The King's Talisman — page 65: what you’re looking at

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56 THE KINGS TALISMAN, . CHAPTER VIII. THE SPY.—A TIMELY WARNING. Before the sun had rolled up from its mountain bed, the Petran train was once-more in motion, and during the fore- noon it kept on its way unmolested. At noon Noureddin halted for a short rest, and then put forward again. An- other sun had rolled its scorching, burning way over the the earth, and another evening had followed with its cool- ing breath. Twice during the day had the youth looked in upon the fair Selina, and now that he had seen her beauty by the broad light of day he was more than ever enrap- tured by its entrancing power. Few; indeed, there are, who can gaze upon the transcen- dent loveliness of the virtuous female without a feeling of ad- miration; but when that and virtue are being crushed be- neath the despot’s heel—when that beauty is softened by tears, and the soft eye grows still softer in its melancholy light, then it is that the noble, bounding heart of youth swells with sympathy and kindness, and the soul of humanity grows strong for the defense. Then it is that that subtle power may take possession of the soul, and mold and fash- ion its destinies forever afterward. Once more Noureddin sought the side of the pavilion, and ordered one of the Nubians to lead forward the two horses. The blacks offered no resistance now, but as though they had been brought up beneath the sway of the youth did they move at his will. Yet there was a look in their quickly moving eyes—a sort of snake-like expression, that betokened a feeling they did not choose to express. They were like whipped curs—they obeyed, but they did it upon Comichbooks (Efe)