D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 80: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER IX. THE STORM. If Soleiman, who had pronounced Donna Jacinta haughty, had stayed to see ther visitor, he would have withdrawn that commendium and given it to the latter. For Luisa de Guzman, Duchess of Juan of Braganza, was a Gonzago—that is to say, a pride of the proudest. She had that matronly beauty which can be massive without being masculine. The ages preceding hers abounded with them—women who could wear those pon- derous German panoplies in which a Life Guardsman would stifle. All was superabundance in her: her eyes were large as Juno’s, but, unlike the Queen of Heaven’s, not at all meek; her complexion was a golden cream, concording with the deepest vermillion of the lips, full and perfect as those of Albani’s nymphs; her chin was square, though plumply rounded; it would be double in time, unless the vicissitudes which she courted—although a life of luxurious ease were ‘thers if she chose it—for- bade her any repose. Above the medium, statuesque, but capable of indefinite movement as long as her spirit were fired, she was a Fleming in bearing but a Spaniard in vehemence of action and gesticulation. Her hands should have been short and plump, but they seemed trimmed by a Van- dyke, they had the Italian vivacity, and she could have managed a reti-household of Turkish mutes by dumb- show alone. At this moment she was not attired, as became her, in the heaviest of brocades, beaten gold jewelry and those enormous cameos which we cherish in museums and no lady thinks of wearing—they would seem burlesque. Her traveling dress was of strong stuff, bound with chamois, and without.a thread of color; her belt, a chate- laine, was of fine Cordovan leather, with stiletto, scissors, fan and other appendages of the lady of a household and CORNICOOOKS.Eo) im