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Then I sat still for a long time." "Miss Cumberland, pardon my request, but will you tell us what was in that note?" She lifted her patient eyes, and looked straight at her brother. He did not meet her gaze; but the dull flush which lit up the dead-white of his cheek showed how he suffered under this ordeal. At me she never glanced; this was the only mercy shown me that dreadful morning.
Was it by chance or calculation that a fold of her dress disarranged displayed the slender foot, with its arched instep set off by the delicate brodequin, a labor of love to the Parisian Crispin and the straight, beautifully-turned ankle, cased in dead-white silk? The latter, I think; for Flora knew how to fall as well as Cæsar or Polyxena, and had studied her part to its minutest shade.
I've seen her myself dead-white in one of her rages she had hold of a wine-glass so hard that it snapped, and cut her hand. She looked at the blood she didn't know how it happened. And he well, you ought to know was as bad, in his way. 'Pon my soul, Sancie, Vesuvius might just as well have married Etna every bit. But there! What's the good of talking! Everybody knew how it would be."
A sudden turn and Captain Plum would certainly have been startled. For it was a weird object, this spying head; its face dead-white against the dense green of the verdure, with shocks of long white hair hanging down on each side, framing between them a pair of eyes that gleamed from cavernous sockets, like black glowing beads.
The rubies still glowed like restless, leaping fire upon her perfect arms and snowy throat, and sprays of hyacinth were still twined in her dark, glossy hair; but they were quite faded now, drooping, crushed, and limp among her curls; there was a strange dead-white pallor on her haughty face, and a lurid gleam shone in her dark, slumbrous eyes.
The air was warm and still, the sky deep and clear. Beyond the roofs the dead-white mountain range, which seemed very near, was turning rosy in the glow of the evening sun. Now and then from the other side of the river came the distant roar of a cannon, but above the village, mingling with one another, floated all sorts of merry holiday sounds.
Hence the keeper, John Adam, whose business it was to look after them, found it his duty to wage war upon the annual hordes of these invaders; and in their eyes Adam was a terrible man. He was very long and very lean, with a flattish yet Roman nose, and rather ill-tempered mouth, while his face was dead-white and much pitted with the small-pox.
We stood whilst a man might count a dozen, silent witnesses of that loathsome scene. The bridal chamber was all hung in golden arras, save the great carved bed which was draped in dead-white velvet and ivory damask symbolizing the purity of the sweet victim to be offered up upon that sacrificial altar.
But I teach lions how to prey, and I make them pay for the lessons." He laughed with an effervescing of young vitality and self-confidence that made him look handsome and powerful. "In the future they'll have to pay still higher prices." She was looking at him with weary, wondering, pathetic eyes that gazed from the pallor of her dead-white face mysteriously. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
And he crashed the iron glove straight into Cosimo's face so that the skin was broken, and blood flowed about the mouth, leaving the lower half of the visage crimson, the upper dead-white. Gonzaga sat on, entirely unmoved, and waited, indifferent to the stir there was amid the Ten.
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