Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3Anonymous
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Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3
Anonymous
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
The group consisted of her father, her cousin, Don Felix di
Corva, and three strangers. Of these last, the principal was
one who, even while the spectator was ignorant of his name and
worth, inspired respect by his mere presence. His height was full
six feet, and thus, by its marked pre-eminence, distinguished
him from those around at the very first glance. His manly and
vigorous limbs, which his erect posture exhibited to advantage,
corresponded with his stature, and were all fitted with exact
proportion, and turned with the most perfect grace. But what most
prepossessed the spectator in his favour was his countenance,
which seemed to claim for him, through the medium of its various
features, not only the respect which should be paid to the best
qualities of the heart, but the veneration which is due to
loftiness of intellect. He was attired in costly habits, fitted
to his person with great care, and indicating, by the harmony
of their colours, and the simple elegance of their design, the
nicest and most refined taste.
By his side stood a person who appeared to greater disadvantage,
perhaps, from his proximity to so much excellence. He was a
short, spare man; but, for his years--which were somewhat
beyond fifty--looked hale and healthy. If the countenance of
his companion, the cavalier just described, was his greatest
recommendation, that of this individual embraced his most
prominent defects. His forehead was low; and, from his wearing
his scanty locks closely cropped, looked much lower than
it really was: his eyes were small and piercing, and, when
they were raised from the table (which was not often), were
continually twisting about, like a ferret’s; his nose was long,
and sharp, and turned up at the end; and his mouth, especially
when compressed, seemed to stretch right across his face, and
to form a sort of pitfall, if one may so speak, beneath his
high cheek-bones. Unlike his companion, he was attired in grave
garments, which were cut with great formality; but, whether
from haste, or from habit, had been put on in the most careless
manner, and evidently by a hand, whatever actuated it, that
deemed any labour of the toilet irksome and unprofitable.
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