The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 351: what you’re looking at

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do4 REYNOLDS’ WORKS of sentinels, the precincts of the tower. These men seemed to be lounging idly about, as if intent on no particular object, but their carbines were slung over their shoulders, their swords were by their sides, and the sunbeams glinted upon the pistols and the poniard-handles in their belts. Therefore Juliana knew full well why those men were thus dispersed around, and the hope of escape diminished somewhat in her bosom. Mr. Forester, having maintained the haughtiest reserve toward all the members of the band, both male and female, had not exchanged any unnecessary word with even those who could speak French, and therefore he had not learned that there was an English lady at the tower, and that she was the chieftain’s wife. He was consequently surprised when he beheld a female apparelled in a garb totally different from that of the other women whom he had as yet seen, and which belonged to the fashions suited for the meridian of Paris or of London. At first he took her to be a Spaniard, for such an impression might well be conveyed by Juliana’s appearance, her hair being of raven darkness, her eyes black and full of fire, and her complexion a delicate olive. He thought of turning aside and passing in another direction, believing her to be a member of the band, when it struck him that, like himself, she might possibly be a captive. He therefore continued to advance, and the nearer he drew, the more forcibly did it occur to him that she could scarcely be a native of Spain, but that her splendid beauty and gorgeously developed form, together with her mien and carriage so statuesque and lady-like, denoted her. as a coun- try-woman of his own. “Then she must be a prisoner, ” he thought, and taking off his hat, he made her a courteous salutation. : Now,” said Juliana to herself, ‘‘ for the test whether or not I am allowed to speak to this English gentleman.”’ Her eyes were swept rapidly around as she also advanced. There was no unusual movement amongst the sentries posted at intervals about, no one hurried forth from the tower to forbid this meeting, and with joy as well as with rekindling hope in her heart, she accosted the captive. ‘You are a prisoner, if I mistake not? ” she said, in her most affable manner, but at the same time with a look of commiseration and mournfulness. CONNIE DOO KS (E(0)