She was dishevelled in attire; her stocking was down at heel like a stage Hamlet's ; her beautiful thick flaxen hair had burst all restraint, and tumbled about face, and neck, and shoulders with utter recklessness— I notice that hair always seems to uncomb, and unconfine, and ruffle itself in emotional situations— great tears hung on as long as they could to her beautiful eyelashes, and then dropped, tired out, on to her slate;