Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 91: what you’re looking at

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SUR es) ec ake The Conguiestug: ee a ae ae cabal “a breath with one ecstatic gasp, and sank eg te seat and gazed around her like one in some rapturous trance telat Mallory looked in her dazzled face and (ae, one ol ite “You little rustic goose! You little excitable. ent EN ce I never saw such an entranced countenance in my life! bb What is it? This big building—the gas-blaze—the people—the : mu- sic—what ?” A “Everything! All together! Oh, Aunt Helen, it is like | fairyland !” | “Indeed! But I never was in fairyland. How dclightful it must be to be young, and fresh, and able to go into rap- tures only at sight of a theatre! “Ah! there’s the bell; now _ use your ears as well as your eyes, for Edwin Booth %s 1s worth - histening to.” The play began.. Estella leatied forward, rapt, ae a drinking in every word. It was all familiar—had_ she not spent the day reading “Tamlet ?’—but to see it played—that was different. She hardly moved—she hardly * seemed to breathe until the curtain fell upon the first act. More tha one glass in the crowded house turned admiringly upon e- pretty, rapturous, youthful face; but Estella never saw them. __ Among them was that of a tall, dark gentleman, who had | lounged in with a party of friends, and who was paying more attention to the people about him ‘than to the. business of the stage. ie “Look, Bartram,” said one of his. compat OED Sak ma that face 3 in the proscenium box opposite—the girl with the An white opera-cloak and jockey-hat. If you ever feel inclined | " sie ‘Enthusiasm,’ there is your model ready to pur is and.’ i “A pretty face, too,” said a second. “Bartram might paint — _her for the goddess Hebe, so bright and roseate she is. It — - does one good in this age of chalky pallor to see such celestial Ne bloom as that.” v4 ™ The gentleman addressed leveled his glass, ahd ek along stare at the pretty, rosy face. Then, quite as carelessly, he. S glanced at Hebe’s companion, and dropped his ii Selatan with — wa a sharp exclamation.. ra ae “By Jove!” he said, mhord have thought TRU Ae Ee ee Oe te eh What! ” exclaimed the first speaker, “you don’t know them, | do you? You’ve luck always, Bartram—the luck of a good- | oh looking artist. Who are they ? What’s the earthly ae of our golden-eyed divinity ?” ache “T don’t know your golden-eyed divinity, Lawlor, but the handsome, uplifted-looking lady beside her is Miss cae Mallory; of Chelsea, one of my dearest and ol¢ ( t frier | ‘2 must pay my respects at once, Allons, messieurs.” ue ee by: Hehehe comi cboo : C - iy veel Pu # oe: Sigg PR EEOA iso tae. aed