In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
And this I set myself to do, but in the course on’t Dorothy did
discover so many new beauties, both of person and of heart, that I was
long in the doing; but setting down coldly all my observations, this
is the sum of them. She was of an excellent middle stature, neither
low nor over-high, and in all her motions an easy sprightliness that
compared well even with the slow grace of Madam Heliodora. Her eyes
was dark, bright, and piercing, her hair not far removed from black,
her complexion of the last degree of loveliness, mingling, as it did,
the pleasing tints of the lily and the rose. But you could not rightly
admire her features for your admiration of the mind that informed
them, and rather than her face you would observe her mien of sweet
contentment, such as a good conscience and a worthy life alone can
furnish, though overspread with an air of chastened melancholy, which
did but contribute to enhance her charms.
And this also I perceived during this time, that whereas Mrs Skipwith
was never backward to ask questions of me, and likewise to pass her
judgment on those things I told her, Dorothy spake little, but such
words as she did say, was marked with such sense and gravity as did
charm me mightily, reminding me at first of Madam Heliodora. But I
soon perceived a great difference between these two ladies, yet such
as wrought in no way to the disadvantage of either. For Madam
Heliodora had been wont to utter her thought in its fulness, with a
certain noble modesty, and yet with assurance, as knowing it was well
worth our hearing, and that she had the right to say all she desired;
but with Dorothy I had always the belief that she uttered only some
small portion of her thought, and that there was much more behind, the
which ’twould indeed enrich me to hear, could I but win upon her to
give it forth. But this with all my art I could not attain unto, which
did tease and allure me mightily, making me cry to myself, “Sure how
happy will be that person to whom Dorothy shall open her whole heart!”
and more and more did I learn to desire that it might fall to me to be
that person.
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