France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
We have told his age, and testified as to his personal charm. He was a
man about five feet six, with a fine head of hair, which he powdered to
conceal his premature grayness. He had remarkably fine eyes, a straight
nose, and full lips which set off a sympathetic mouth. Without adopting
the exaggerated fashions of the _jeunesse dorée_, he followed them to a
degree of elegance suited to his years.
As for the beautiful Aurélie de Saint-Amour, she had just completed her
twenty-first year, entering at the same time upon her majority, and the
true period of a woman's beauty, which is in our opinion from her
twenty-first year to her thirty-fifth. Her disposition was at once
extremely refined, extremely sensual, and extremely impressionable. She
possessed the attributes of flower, fruit, and woman--perfume, savor,
and pleasure.
She was tall, which at first sight made her seem slender, but thanks to
the style of dress then in vogue, it was not difficult to see that she
was slender after the fashion of Jean Goujon's Diana. She was fair with
those deep brown tints which are to be seen in the hair of Titian's
Magdalen. When she wore her hair in the Greek style, with bands of blue
velvet, she was superb; but when, toward the end of a dinner, she
loosened her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders and framing her
cheeks in an aureole, enhancing their fresh camilla tints and peachy
down-like surface, and contrasting sharply with her black eyebrows, blue
eyes, red lips, and pearly teeth, and when a spray of brilliant diamonds
hung from each ear--then she was dazzling.
Now this luxuriant beauty had developed only within the last two years.
To her first lover, the only man she had ever loved, she had given the
young girl, full of hesitations, who yields, but does not entirely
surrender herself. Then all at once she felt the sap of life mounting
and growing within her; her eyes opened, her nostrils distended; she
exhaled at every pore that love of second youth which succeeds
adolescence, which turns its gaze upon herself, and which seeks some
object upon which to lavish the pent-up wealth of treasure within. It
was then that necessity compelled her to sell rather than to give
herself; but even then she looked forward to the time when she should be
rich and free to enter upon that liberty of heart and person which is
the dignity of every woman.
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