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JOSEPH WILMO!L ; OR, va THER MEMOIRS OF A MAN-SERVANT. 185 Ss at _-— BB slight undulation of motion which one could fancy the best female statues of Grecian and Ita- lian art would possess if animated with a Pro- methean fire, or enabled at the prayer of some mo- dern Pygmalion to become instinct with the sense of life. Her hair, of the darkest shade which night itself could give to that luxuriant mass, was ar- ranged in bands,—thus setting off, as it were, the complete oval of the faultless countenance ; and it was gathered up ina Grecian knot at the back of the well-shaped head. When Leonora’s lips parted in the smiles that weleomed her lover’s return, they revealed teeth of pearly enamel and faultlessly even. Her voice had that flute-like flow of melody which was so well calculated to give the most pleasing effect to the rich language of her own native clime. Constantine Kanaris had said that if I could possibly for a moment throw a veil over the image of Annabel and put her altogether beyond the range of beauty’s competition, while mentally considering — Ss ff \ MN ee pe N ii ATLLSLLL IG ~ nN sao muy \ tty ) ul) “rt u | > | | i) A eqy—S | | A\ '\ \ Oren \\\\\{IN WARY, > \| — MM! | XN UM ji = ” Tha iC SS all other lovely claimants to the palm whom I might have ever known, I could not possibly avoid bestowing that palm upon Leonora Portici; and I had scarcely time to obtain one glance at this beau- tiful being, before I inwardly confessed the justice of my Greek friend’s predictive assurance. Before I continue the thread of my narrative, I may as well observe that Leonora was the daughter of the Judge’s brother, and that both her parents had died in her infancy. Her uncle, the Judge, had never been married: he had adopted his niece from the moment she became an orphan: he looked upon her as his daughter—he cherished her with all the affection he would have bestowed upon a child of his own—he had reared her with the most constant care—had provided the best masters and preceptresses for her education—and had been most strict (although without the slightest exercise of tyranny, for of this there was no ne- cessity for the affectionate and dutitul Leonora) Ce ee, eae eg ee SS Sm DOT Tag aE . OOO) Cc S (CO) ALA