A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 36: what you’re looking at

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32 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY, Vogue la galére! Let the morrow take care of itself! Now it so happened that Rose’s was not the only pair of bright eyes that had rested with approval upon the young Gascon’s handsome face and graceful, manly figure. | Just prior to his appearance from the caravan, two women had entered the square trom a narrow street, diagonally opposite to the Rising Sun, The one was an elderly duenna of somewhat grim aspect, and clothed from head to foot in austere black. By her side moved, with the step of a young fawn, a girl in the first morning of her youth, an Aurora of grace and beauty. No tint of the shell in which Aphro- dite arose from the foam of the sea could rival the deli- cate bloom on those rounded cheeks. The mutinous little mouth was as sweet as crimson roses, and like twin sapphires set in ebony the large deep-blue eyes glanced brightly amidst the dark lashes. Beneath an azure toque, ornamented by a single feather held in place by a clasp of pearls, strayed soft curls as silken and golden as the tassels of ripened corn. A gown of blue velvet looped over a satin petticoat of a lighter shade displayed to advantage the slender, wil- lowy figure. The duenna held in her hands a rosary and a book of hours, and her eyes were cast down as if fearful of cor- ruption at the sight of worldly things. But those of the young girl glanced hither and thither with as much interest and vivacity as those of a novice escaped from the convent. “See, Dame Brigitte, see!” she murmured to her companion. “What gayety! What animation! Oh! it is charming!” “All the more reason to make haste, mademaiselle,” (CORMMIELOCOKS (€(©)