Vashti's Fate — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THE CURSE OF EVERLEIGH. CHAPTER IL. TRAGEDY, It was a glorious morning in early June. In the great, wide doorway at Everleigh, stood two children, little girls. One, Lenore Everleigh, had a round, roguish face, large, brown, laughing eyes, sparkling and bright ; short chestnut curls disported themselves over her white dimpled shoul- ders, and her round, plump arms were flung carelessly over the shaggy coat of a splendid New Foundland dog. Her sister, Vashti Everleigh, leaned against a column of * the porch, beautiful as a little queen. Lenore looked about eight, while Vashti was evidently older, perhaps eleven. She had a pure oval face, clear and pale, eyes slumbrous, shadowy, mournful; thick, long, black hair, that was put plainly back, and depended in silken braids below her waist, tied at the ends with gay bows of ribbon. She was slender and thin, quite too much so for beauty, but there was a certain shapeliness in her proportions, and a grace in her movements, that gave a promise of redemp- tion, at no distant day, from all trace of awkwardness. Nora, as the younger of the two was commonly called, comrebook (e(0)