The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 375, March 5, 1887 — John Shaqi
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 375, March 5, 1887Various
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The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 375, March 5, 1887
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
A little after seven o’clock the Leslies’ carriage drove up to the
house in which they had hired the drawing-room balcony to view the
proceedings. At present all that was to be seen were young men and boys
with lighted torches in their hands, and most of them in fancy dress,
rushing wildly about the streets, shouting and singing and throwing
squibs and crackers in all directions.
Mr. Leslie hurried his party into the house as quickly as possible, and
then sent the carriage home, for later on all traffic would be stopped,
and the girls had come prepared to walk back.
On reaching the drawing-room they found Mr. de Courcy and Rex had just
arrived; a large fire was blazing on the hearth, but there were no
other lights in the room, interior darkness being the rule at the Lewes
carnival, in order that the outside festivities may be all the more
brilliant.
Mr. Leslie introduced Mr. de Courcy to his wife and daughters, and then
to Fairy, who was looking so bewitchingly pretty with her red Indian
shawl twisted round her head in some wonderful way which exactly suited
her, that it was evident Mr. de Courcy was struck by her beauty, the
flickering light of the fire and the shawl which hid her lovely golden
hair, and partly veiled her slight figure, only piquing his curiosity.
He began to talk to her at once in his broken English, and her charming
manners fascinated him almost as much as they did his son, and when
he found she spoke French fluently, and with the prettiest accent
possible, Fairy’s triumph was complete. Mr. de Courcy, always a great
admirer of girls, was quite captivated, and Rex whispered to Fairy she
had succeeded already. The procession was to leave the Market-place
at eight, and go round the town, but even now it was a weird scene,
the masqueraders passing up and down the streets in their costumes,
some of them excellently got up, others so grotesquely as to be quite
as amusing as the elaborate fancy dresses prepared by costumiers, the
torches carried by them throwing a weird, uncertain light on their
wild, uncertain antics. From time to time a passage of arms occurred
between some passing Cavaliers and Roundheads, but at present all was
harmless fun, everyone being in a good temper at this early stage of
the proceedings.
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