and i was shocked by what i saw in her face , a thin nose and deep-set eyes , for all their size very like my own cheeks a little low and full , very like my own and her hair , though it was a glorious mane of pale gold , brushed straight back from her forehead and held in place by a great jeweled comb , in color and texture very like my own a great sadness consumed me she was my daughter i knew that she was .