Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
however, appear at all conscious of the absurdity of her appearance;
but, on the contrary, seemed to consider herself habited in a most
becoming costume, receiving all the compliments which were jokingly paid
her, as her due. When she spoke, the tones of her voice were as deep as
those of a full-grown person, and when she became excited in
conversation, there was a degree of harshness about them far from
agreeable.
"Well, my sweet mistress," said this curious-looking being, rising as if
about to take her leave, "I must tear myself away from your enchanting
presence, to return to the high personages who sent me, with the joyful
news of the prospect of your quick return to health; but, ere I go, I
must acquit me of my mission, and deliver this holy relic, with which I
was charged, as a sovereign remedy against all human ills." Saying
which, she produced a small silver casket, from a large bag which she
carried in the shape of a reticule, adding, "Know that it contains part
of the precious remains of the most holy Saint Anthony, being his true
and veritable little finger, presented to her majesty by the pious
father Malagrida, who certified the many miracles it had worked in the
various parts of the world to which he had borne it. You will find
therein that which will cure you of your malady in the space of a few
hours, if you keep it in your own possession," she whispered, with a
significant expression, as she delivered the case into the hands of the
young beauty.
"Express my gratitude to her majesty for her bounteous kindness in
remembering me," answered the young lady, "and say I have a firm and
pious trust in the efficacy of her holy remedy. In truth, it is well
able to cure me of all the malady with which I am afflicted," she added,
laughing. "But, remember, Donna Florinda, that is not to be a part of
the message you are to deliver."
"Oh no," answered the jet-coloured little lady; "trust to my
discretion--I thought as much when I brought the casket, which, however,
I will leave, as you may require it; though those sparkling eyes, and
the rich colour on those lovely cheeks, betoken little sign of disease."
"My illness was one imposed on me by my honoured father, at the
instigation of his lady wife, to prevent my attendance at Court,"
answered the young lady; her eye flashing angrily as she spoke. "Thank
Heaven! I shall soon be my own mistress, nor will I yield again to
their unjust commands."
"Spoken like a girl of spirit," said the Dwarf. "I like those who will
never submit to tyranny; and be assured that his majesty will much
applaud your determination, for all the Court mourn the absence of its
brightest ornament. But I must not stay chattering here, or it will be
supposed I am lost, and then there will be a hue and cry all over Lisbon
in search of me; for I am much too valuable a person not to be a prize
to any who could carry me off."
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