...of the girl

The girl was beautiful and placid. She moved around as if cloaked in silence. Many animals engender such a silence in which they spend their lives, as if they had made a vow to serve some secret and elevated purpose. The girl was silent, her great brown eyes lay in dark blue pools, she walked as erect as if she carried a pitcher on her head, her hands lay always on her lap as if under an apron.

[Flight Without End, Roth, J.]