First Love: A Novel. Vol. 3 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 3 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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The appearance we are describing, did not owe its whole bulk to one
object; but whether what seemed to be the principal being of the
composite monster, was male or female, mortal or devil, it was not very
easy to determine. It was seated upright, and in masculine fashion, on
the back of a creature little removed from the living skeleton of a
horse. It wore, what seemed to have been intended, more in mockery than
in modesty, for a petticoat; which piece of feminine attire being, by
the mode of sitting adopted by the rider, rendered of little avail, a
considerable portion of sooty coloured but fleshy limbs were visible;
while arms of a like description were planted, what is vulgarly termed
a-kimbo. The countenance also partaking of the Ethiop’s hue, the
blackened eyelids gave an additional glare to the impudent glee of the
eye, and the sooty lips, spread by a grin indicative of coarse mirth,
displayed teeth, to which contrast gave a dazzling whiteness; yet which
served but to light up a thick-lipped mouth, the expression of which
inspired a feeling of disgust it is impossible to define. The rest of
the features, had a dauntless bearing, a certain fearlessness superadded
to their shamelessness. This latter characteristic, indeed, pervaded the
whole air of a figure, which was crowned by a mis-shapen and much abused
man’s hat, worn on one side of the head. It happened to be that which
was in shadow, while the brow on the side next to the burning faggots,
the cheek on the same side, the chin, the swell also of the limbs, the
folds of the petticoat; all, in short, which rounded or protruded, was
so curiously bronzed by the golden glare of the fire-light, that the
whole apparition had much the effect of a great equestrian metal cast,
magically gifted with life; for the horse too, if horse it might be
called, partook of the partial illumination.
The animal was large boned and stood high, whilst its heavy head
hanging to its shrunken neck, nearly touched the ponderous hoof of the
advanced fore-foot. It was blind of one eye, and dim from behind a filmy
mist, gleamed the spark of life which still remained in the other. Its
shoulders were galled, its knees broken, and its gaunt and extraordinary
appearance completed by the uncommon accoutrement of weighty iron chains,
which hung trailing on the ground on either side.
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