When she wandered in her vapory white dresses through her father's princely halls, neither pictures nor statues there could compare in color or proportion with the banker's queenly daughter herself. She lay on the dark silk cushions of the divan like a swan upon the opalline waters of the lake at sunset.
Faster! Higher! Leap and prance, and watch the grin expand. Ah-h-h-h! Are the shadows there deep enough, rich enough, do you think? And are the lips too much a 'thread of scarlet'? Oh the opalline lights in that cloud! How to blend such colors on a palette? Nature? She is mocking, too. "But oh, Irina, I see it now, at last! The dawn the dawn is here. The night is gone.
Past Nyonye the coast forms another shallow bay, with about ten miles of chord, in every way a copy of its northern neighbour the same scene of placid beauty, the sea rimmed with opalline air, pink by contrast with the ultramarine blue; the limpid ether overhead; the golden sands, and the emerald verdure a Circe, however, whose caress is the kiss of death.
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