The breeze moved not her hair, no color was on her cheek, her eyes glared fixed and immovable, there was no sign of life about her. […] He consented, but, at the same time, warned her that her beauty would defeat her purpose. […] The wind catches her garments, and her unbound hair streams loose behind her. […] But the thought of her parents and of her sisters, left in ignorance of her fate, preyed on her mind to such a degree that at last, telling her distress to her lord, she drew from him an unwilling consent that her sisters should be brought to see her. […] The breezes gave wings to her feet; her hair flew over her shoulders, and the gay fringe of her garment fluttered behind her.