Charlemont; Or, the Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky by William Gilmore Simms
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not majestically made?"
"It struck me she would weigh against any two of the company." "She is rather heavy, I grant you, but her carriage, Warham!" "Would carry weight--nothing more." "There was one little girl, just rising into womanhood:--you must admit that she had a very lovely face, and her form--" "My dear uncle, what is it that you will not desire me to believe? You are sadly given to proselytism, and take infinite pains to compel me to see with eyes that never do their owner so much wrong, as when they reject the aid of spectacles. How much would Charlemont and its inhabitants differ to your sight, were you only to take your green spectacles from the shagreen case in which they do no duty. But if you are resolved, in order to seem youthful, to let your age go unprovided with the means of seeing as youth would see, at least suffer me to enjoy the natural privileges of twenty-five. When, like you, my hairs whiten, and my eyes grow feeble, ten to one, I shall think with you that every third woodman is an Apollo, and every other peasant-girl is a Venus, whom--" The words of the speaker ceased--cut short by the sudden appearance of a form and face, the beauty and dignity of which silenced the skeptic, and made him doubtful, for the moment, whether he had not in reality reached that period of confused and confounding vision, which, as he alleged to be the case with his uncle, loses all power of discrimination. A maiden stood before him--tall, erect, |
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