Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
Her dark luxuriant hair, which so long had floated negligently upon her
ivory shoulders, was now gathered up in broad massive bands at the
sides, and artistically plaited and confined at the back of her
well-shaped head. The tight bodice was next laced over the swelling
bosom: hose and light boots imprisoned the limbs which had so often
borne her glancing along in their nudity to the soft music of the stream
in the vale or of the wavelets of the sea; broidery set off the fine
form of Nisida in all the advantage of its glowing, full and voluptuous
proportions. Then the large black veil was fastened to the plaits of her
hair, whence its ample folds swept over that admirable symmetry of
person, endowing her once more with the queen-like air which became so
well her splendid, yet haughty style of beauty! Yes: no longer subdued
by simplicity of attire--no longer tender and soft, was the loveliness
of Nisida; but grand, imperious, and dazzling did she now seem again, as
erst she seemed ere her foot trod that island-shore.
Appareled in handsome garments, and with the rich carnation glow of
health and animation on her cheeks, and with her eyes flashing the fires
of hope, but with the vermilion lips compressed, Nisida now stood on the
strand where so oft she had wandered like a naiad, feeling no shame at
her semi-nudity.
During the time occupied by her toilet, the fleet of seven ships had
approached much nearer to the island, and now they were not more than
three miles distant. The hulls, which at first had seemed quite black,
shone, as they drew closer, with the gay colors in which they were
painted, the gorgeous sunlight playing vividly on the gilding of the
prows, the streaks of red and white along the sides, and the splendid
decorations of the poop lanterns. Noble and mighty ships they
were--ships of size such as Nisida had never seen before, and in
comparison with which all the merchant-vessels she had beheld at Leghorn
were but mere boats. There was no need to raise a signal to invite them
to approach--for that fleet was evidently steering toward the island.
Whence did this fleet come? whither was it bound? to what nation did it
belong? and would those on board treat her with attention and respect?
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