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She held the spindle as she sat, / Errina with the thick-coiled mat / Of raven hair and deepest agate eyes, / Gazing with a sad surprise / At surging visions of her destiny -- / To spin the byssus drearily / In insect-labor, while the throng / Of gods and men wrought deeds that poets wrought in song.
When Deronda presented himself at the door of his mother's apartment in the Italia he felt some revival of his boyhood with its premature agitations. The two servants in the antechamber looked at him markedly, a little surprised that the doctor their lady had come to consult was this striking young gentleman whose appearance gave even the severe lines of an evening dress the credit of adornment. But Deronda could notice nothing until, the second door being opened, he found himself in the presence of a figure which at the other end of the large room stood awaiting his approach.