The Bride Elect: or, The Doom of the Double Roses — page 153: what you’re looking at

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“~ 144 THE BRIDE ELECT. Going slowly from pew to pew, his eyes rested on one in which were four persons. The first near the door was a stout, portly gentleman, in full military costume. General Malmsbury he knew him to be, and apparently that was his pew. The next occupant was a tall, distinguished-looking per- son, with an extremely pale, classical face, large, pene- trating violet eyes of singular power, a slight, drooping mustache, and brown, crisp locks, wreathing back from a very fine brow; the expression of this face was very remark- able; the commingling of hauteur and gentleness, com- mand and playfulness, severity and tenderness, would have puzzled a much more skilled physiologist than Captain Drummond. He looked at the two ladies. One instantly set his heart beating. He had seen that face before, with its melting violet eyes, its carmine cheeks, and its heavily braided coronet of amber hair. Graceful and elegant as before, but more queenly looking in her enforced gravity and sobriety of demeanor, sat Lady Clara Tresilyan, with her eyes on the clergyman and her gold- clasped church service between her fingers. But her companion—what was she? For a moment the captain’s heart melted as if with fire, and a tremulous haze before his eyes hid their object from his view; then, with a mighty effort, he surmounted his agitation and surveyed her calmly. A velvet curtain, half-drawn, hid her from most of the congregation, but her half-averted face was fully revealed to him, and at last—at Jast he beheld what was no more sweet, lost Glencora, but brilliant Lady Tresilyan. Yes, there she was, fair as ever, gayer than ever, bloom- ‘Ing, proud, triumphant. Her face was rounded into curving dimples; her eyes wore a merrier, more arch glimmer in their delicious depths than before, and positively—my lady looked as if life had just commenced to be worth having, when she fled from the sphere heaven gave her, and spurned the hearts that heaven blessed her with. With one long, astounded stare, Captain Drummond took in this much, and dropped his eyes, dazed with the flash of my lady’s diamonds, to my lady’s pale sister at his side. — ** Florice—it’s she,” he muttered. | The little sister raised her soft eyes for a moment to his Gomichboo ‘S (E(0)