Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
palace, through which might pass the refreshing breeze from the river.
But it is time that we should describe the occupants of the chamber; for
there were several of the gentler sex seated in a circle near the open
window, some on low chairs or stools, the others having placed
themselves on the ground in the eastern fashion, with their work before
them.
The lady who seemed of most consequence in the party was reclining with
her back to the side of the window, so as to command a view of the world
without, and, at the same time, to see and hear what was going forward
in the room. She was young--very young; by her appearance scarcely
counting eighteen summers of life, and beautiful as the pure sky of her
native clime; but already on that high and pure brow had thought, care,
or passion, cast a faint, scarce perceptible sign, which came and passed
away like a thin fleeting cloud. The bright hue of health and spirits
was on her oval cheeks, and there was a sparkling lustre in her full
dark eye, which, at times, however, wanted, alas! that soft gentle
expression so much more requisite to the eye of ebon hue than to any
other: but who could quarrel with the faultless features of her
exquisitely chiselled countenance? Her figure was scarcely of the
average middle height, but it was beautifully formed, every limb rounded
to perfection; indeed it was rather full than otherwise, relieved by her
swan-like throat, and the fine fall of her shoulders.
She was sumptuously dressed in richly flowered silks; her hair, of raven
hue, drawn from off her forehead, and slightly powdered, was arranged in
many curls, and fastened at the summit with pins of gold. She had been
occupied, or rather pretended to be occupied, in working with silk on
canvass, the fashionable employment of ladies in those days; but the
work appeared to be proceeding but slowly, as the small part only of a
design was seen, and it was now thrown, with various bright coloured
balls, at her feet. The rest of the party were rather more
industriously employed in the like sort of occupation, though the gay
peals of light laughter which rose from the circle, showed that they
were not very earnest about it; their incentive to merriment appearing
to proceed from a personage not the least remarkable of the group,
seated opposite to the lovely being we have described. Her features
were of jetty black, of that intense ugliness rarely seen in youth, at
all events but in the negro race; and although she was scarcely more
than three feet high, her head was as large as that of a full-grown
person, with round shining eyes, a good-natured, contented smile ever
playing round her full ruddy lips, which disclosed a full proportion of
immense pearly teeth, the grotesqueness of her features increased,
evidently by design, by a costly costume of every hue: her hair, too,
according to the fashion, being dressed in a high peak, was decorated
also with ribbons of the most glaring colours. The little lady did not,
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