Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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42 THE EMERALD NECKLACE. She had taken off her bonnet, and her light hair glistened with a golden tinge in the sunlight; her form was tall and full; her step had something languid and yet majestic in it; her complexion was as delicate as liliés and wild roses: . “Her cheek is fair, with just as much Of color as would be, Su a moist moss-rose should touch a lily lovingly. Her hair like wavy silk seems spun By fairy worms, which fed Upon the gold rays of the sun, And gilded thus the thread.” She was a fine-looking, fascinating woman. Pennon realized it as he quickened his steps to meet her. . She looked, even there, queenly enough to be “Going to St. James’s Court In beauty and in state;” and he thought how well she would grace one of those fash- ionable homes which she coveted. She was not wealthy, and her friends were desirous she should make a brilliant match. This she could have done more than once, but it was so pleas- ant to be admired that she was in no haste. - A glow of exultation made her heart thrill as she waited that instant for the guidance of ber host. She had long béen yielding to an interest which she felt in him, and the idea of being mistress of such a home as she saw before her put the finishing perfection upon his attractions. She, as well as her sister and brother-in-law, had taken this invitation as a mark of particular favor toward her; though if they had known the truth, they need not have built much hope upon if, for it was more to please Noyse than himself that Miss Rosalie Sloane made one of the party. “We shall reach the house easily by this way,” said Pennon. They followed a labyrinthine walk, shaded by numberless varieties of trees, some towering loftily, others bending beneath @ weight of fruits or flowers. They had glimpses of fountains, grottoes, fanciful summer-houses, and statues occasionally in lonely nooks. Birds warbled as if in their own native wilder- nesses; for the solitary owner of all this splendor had disturb- ed their reveries but seldom; falling waters murmured in marble basins. comiclbooks.com