A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 179: what you’re looking at

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A SERVANT OF SATAN. pe amt CHAPTER XX, LADY ALICE'S SUSPICION, The next day was a fine one. The sun was shining brightly, the sky was a deep transparent blue, and as Fred- erick walked through the park on his way to the Kingsbury. mansion he stopped several times to enjoy the cool morning air, ‘The trees were clothed in all the fresh beauty of their spring garments, dew was sparkling like diamonds on the - velvetry lawns, where flocks of sheep were peacefully graz- ing, and the still sheet of water of the Serpentine flashed like a mirror in the bright morning light. Great rose- bushes, with their sweet smelling pink, red, and white blos- soms, perfumed the air, while the paths were bordered with a rainbow of many-colored flowers, over which yellow but- terflies were hovering. In the distance there was a kind of dim silvery haze hanging midway between heaven and earth, and through its gauzy vail the tall clumps of trees and bushes looked almost fairy-like and unreal. | Ag he reached the Marble Arch Frederick espied an old — beggar woman who was squatting outside on the pavement close to the park railings. She was a repulsive-looking ob- . ject. Her face was seamed and _ lined with numerous wrinkles, clearly defined by the dirt which was in them; her bushy gray eyebrows were drawn frowningly over her watery, red-rimmed blue eyes; her. nose was hooked like the beak of a bird of prey, and from her thin-lipped mouth two yellow tusks protruded, like those of a wild boar. Frederick, with one of those momentary contrasts which made him so difficult to understand, stopped in front of the old crone and dropped a guinea into her palm, She EComicbooks €o =)