Henry JamesHer reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.
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Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic, H. Rider Haggard describes a woman in this way when he writes, “Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.” We often think of women as being more delicate and sensitive than men, but that is not necessarily true. In this case, a woman is described as having a reputation that makes her seem more beautiful and attractive than she actually is.
Source: The Portrait Of A Lady
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