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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886

"Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier"


And as he went on thus, so gallant, in the bravery of youth and joy,
a young lady, sitting on the sun-lit portico, followed him with her
eyes; and leaning her fine brow, with its ebon curls, upon her hand,
mused with a sigh and a smile. And when the cavalier turned round as
the trees swallowed him, and waved his hat, with its fine feather, in
the golden light, Miss Fanny murmured--"Really, I think--Ralph--has
very much--improved!" Which seemed to be a very afflicting
circumstance to Miss Fanny, inasmuch as she uttered a deep sigh.
Meanwhile our little Redbud gazed, too, from the brilliantly-illumined
portico, toward the golden ocean in the west. The rich light lingered
lovingly upon her golden hair, and tender lips and cheeks, and snowy
neck, on which the coral necklace rose and fell with the pulsations of
her heart. The kind, mild eyes were fixed upon the sunset sadly, and
their blue depths seemed to hold more than one dew-drop, ready to pass
the barrier of the long dusky lashes, which closed gradually as the
pure white forehead drooped upon her hand.


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