The Mysteries of London, v. 4/4Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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The Mysteries of London, v. 4/4
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
London (England) -- Fiction; Penny dreadfuls
Near him stood an old and venerable gentleman, whose years were verging
fast to three-score-and-ten, but whose small, restless, sparkling eyes
beamed with the fires of genius, and whose compressed lips showed
that although he had consented to become a spectator of the gay scene
about to take place, his thoughts frequently wandered to subjects of a
more serious kind and more congenial to his nature. This was Sir John
Lascelles--the most eminent physician of the age, and who had received
the honour of knighthood in recompense for the great services which he
had rendered to the art of medicine.
The third gentleman was about twenty-five years of age. Tall, handsome,
well-formed, and genteel in appearance, he seemed a fit and suitable
companion for the lovely girl who leant upon his arm, and of whom we
shall speak more fully anon. The fine young man at present alluded to,
was called by the name of Charles Hatfield: but in the former portion
of this work he was known, when a little boy, to the reader as Charley
Watts.
The first of the three ladies was about thirty-seven years of age;
and her beauty, in the finest, chastest, and most elevated Hebrew
style, was admirably preserved. The lapse of years had only matured
her charms, and not impaired them: time had touched not the pearly
whiteness of her teeth, nor dimmed the brilliant lustre of her large
dark eyes. Her hair was still of the deepest and glossiest jet,--silken
and luxuriant, as when we first described it in the fourth chapter
of our narrative:--for she of whom we are speaking now, was Esther,
Countess of Ellingham.
Conversing with the noble Jewess--for she clung to the faith of her
forefathers--was a lady whose style of beauty was of that magnificent
and voluptuous kind which sets the beholder at naught in his
calculations and conjectures relative to the age of the object of his
admiration;--for though forty-four years had passed over the head of
Lady Hatfield, she was still endowed with a loveliness that, though
matured, seemed to have known only the lapse of summers and never to
have passed through the snowy storms of as many winters.
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