— May Sinclair“Yesterday I was only Elizabeth; To-day I am a wonder to myself and a strange glory, I am the woman that he loves... I should not be more unlike the live woman he sees, Than is my image in the glass; There is no glass that can show me My likeness in his mind. Yet, because I am beautiful to him, I have become beautiful to myself; I love the white face he praised, And the mouth he kissed; I am a wonder to myself, And a strange glory.”
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