Under a canopied platform stood a young girl, modeling in clay. The
glare of the California sunshine, filtering through the canvas,
became mellowed, warm and golden. Above the girl's head-yellow like
the stalk of wheat-there hovered a kind of aureola, as if there had
risen above it a haze of impalpable gold dust. A poet I know might
have cried out that here ended his quest of the Golden Girl.
Straight she stood at this moment, lovely of face, rounded of form,
with an indescribable suggestion of latent physical power or
magnetism. On her temples there were little daubs of clay, caused
doubtless by impatient fingers sweeping back occasional wind blown
locks of hair. There was even a daub on the side of her handsome
sensitive nose.
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