The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A TaleCooper, James Fenimore
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The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A Tale
Cooper, James Fenimore
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The stranger was one in the very bud of young and active manhood. His
years could not have exceeded two-and-twenty, nor would he probably
have been thought so old, had not his features been shaded by a rich,
brown hue, that in some degree, served as a foil to a natural
complexion, which, though never fair, was still clear and blooming. A
pair of dark, bushy, and jet-black, silken whiskers, that were in
singular contrast to eye-lashes and brows of almost feminine beauty and
softness, aided also in giving a decided expression to a face that
might otherwise have been wanting in some of that character which is
thought essential to comeliness in man. The forehead was smooth and
low; the nose, though prominent and bold in outline, of exceeding
delicacy in detail; the mouth and lips full, a little inclined to be
arch, though the former appeared as if it might at times be pensive;
the teeth were even and unsullied; and the chin was small, round,
dimpled, and so carefully divested of the distinguishing mark of the
sex, that one could fancy nature had contributed all its growth to
adorn the neighboring cheeks and temples. If to these features be added
a pair of full and brilliant coal-black eyes, that appeared to vary
their expression at their master’s will, the reader will at once see,
that the privacy of Alida had been invaded by one whose personal
attractions might, under other circumstances, have been dangerous to
the imagination of a female, whose taste was in some degree influenced
by a standard created by her own loveliness.
The dress of the stranger was as unique as his personal attractions
were extraordinary. The fashion of the garments resembled that of those
already described as worn by the man who has announced himself as
Master Tiller; but the materials were altogether richer, and, judging
only from the exterior, more worthy of the wearer.
The light frock was of a thick purple silk, of an Indian manufacture,
cut with exceeding care to fit the fine outlines of a form that was
rather round, than square; active, than athletic. The loose trousers
were of a fine white jean, the cap of scarlet velvet, ornamented with
gold, and the body was belted with a large cord of scarlet silk,
twisted in the form of a ship’s cable. At the ends of the latter,
little anchors, wrought in bullion, were attached as gay and fitting
appendages.
In contrast to an attire so whimsical and uncommon, however, a pair of
small and richly-mounted pistols were at the stranger’s girdle; and the
haft, of a curiously-carved Asiatic dagger was seen projecting, rather
ostentatiously, from between the folds of the upper garment.
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