"Her figure is delightful, symmetry itself; but
her face, she has scarcely one good feature in it. There is nothing gay
or joyous in her expression. There is an indescribable sadness about
those blue eyes which makes one feel grave in a moment. I wanted to pay
her a few compliments by way of ingratiating myself into her good
graces; but, by Jove! I could not look her in the face and do it. A man
must have more confidence than I possess to attempt to deceive her. I
never felt afraid of a woman before."
"I am glad to hear you say so," returned Anthony. "To me she is
beautiful, exceedingly beautiful. I would not exchange that noble
expression of hers for the most faultless features and blooming
complexion in the world. The dignity of her countenance is the mirror in
which I see reflected the beauty of the soul; as the stars picture on
the face of the placid stream the heaven in which they dwell."
"Are you turned poet too, Master Anthony? Mary Mathews, down at the
farm, has a prettier face, or I am no judge of female beauty."
"We all know your _penchant_ for Mary Mathews. But seriously, Godfrey,
if you do not mean to marry the poor girl, it is very cruel to pay her
such lover-like attentions."
"One must do something, Tony, to pass away the time in this dull place.
As to marrying the girl, you surely do not take me for a fool?"
"I should be sorry to take you for something worse.
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