The Last of the Foresters - Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier by John Esten Cooke
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corkscrew curls, a wiry figure--a smile, of the description called
"simper," on her lips, and an elegant mincing carriage of the person as she moved. She carried a fan, which seemed to serve for a number of purposes: to raise artificial breezes, cover imaginary blushes, and flirt itself against the hands or other portions of the persons of gentlemen making complimentary speeches. She displayed some temporary embarrassment upon seeing Redbud and Verty; and especially stared at that young gentleman. Mr. Jinks was more self-possessed. "Ah, my dear sir!" he said, stalking toward Verty, and grimacing, at the same time, at Redbud, "are you there, and with the fairest of her--hem!" And Mr. Jinks stopped, nearly caught in the meshes of his gallantry. "Yes, this is me, and I've been talking with Redbud," said Verty; "is that Miss Sallianna?" The lady had recovered her simper; and now flirted her fan as gracefully as ever. "See how your reputation has gone far and wide," said Mr. Jinks, with a fascinating grimace. "You know you were talking of her when--how do you do, Miss Sallianna," said Verty, holding out his hand. |
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