Her soul was beautiful, wherefore she kept it veiled in lightly-laced humility and fear, out of which peered anxiously and anon the white and blue and pale-gold of her face,-beautiful as daybreak or as the laughing of a child.
This passage describes the beauty and complexity of a woman's soul, reflecting Du Bois's literary style.
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