First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
Fiction
Though the sun was still above the horizon, many bonfires were already
lit at various distances along the road. The immediate approach was
crouded with people, looking full of expectation. Detached groups were
advancing in different directions; and, here and there, individuals had
climbed trees, or elevated portions of rock, and seemed looking out
for something. Every now and then, Mrs. Smyth, dressed in a holiday
suit, came forth from some one or other of the many open doors, held
up her hand to shade the glare of light from her eyes, looked towards
the lake for a few moments, and returned in again. Then, would some
beautiful exotic be seen to change its position on some flower-stand;
next a drapery would be let down from the golden pin which had held it,
and hung again, we suppose, with more grace, at least in the opinion
of good Mrs. Smyth, whose form glided on through long corridors, from
time to time appearing, disappearing, and re-appearing; and generally
followed by that of a child that seemed, at every step, to leap and
gambol for very glee.
At length, a carriage was seen driving, at a rapid pace, along the
borders of Derwent-water. Every thing bright about it sparkled in the
rays of the setting sun. A universal shout arose, and all became
hurry and motion. The carriage approached: it was a barouche thrown
open, and, seated in it, were Mrs. Montgomery and Lord and Lady L.
They bowed, smiled, and waved their hands on every side. But soon the
attention of the latter lady was entirely engrossed by the appearance
of a lovely little boy, whom Mrs. Smyth, as she descended the lawn,
led by the hand; and in whom, but for one touching expression,
imperceptible perhaps to any other eye than Frances', no one could have
recognized poor Edmund. The rich dark locks, the profusion of which
had formerly added the look of wild neglect to that of misery, now
flew back as he ran against the wind, displaying and giving contrast
to a forehead white and open. The late hollow cheeks were now rounded,
dimpled, and glowing, at once with exercise and delight. His mouth,
always beautiful in its form, and so very sweet in its movements, had
now all the advantages of rosy lips and happy smiles. While his eyes,
which from their being large, and adorned by peculiarly long lashes,
had once seemed to occupy the chief part of his face, now but served to
give soul to the more earthly beauties, which the good cheer of Mrs.
Smyth had supplied.
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