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Chapter 10

           "Youthink,withmyhairuponyourhead,youwouldbeinvincibleamongthemen?"

           "No,missa—notyouhairalone—butwifyousweetface—youskin,whiteasdealumbaster—youtallfigga—yougrandlook.Oh,MissLooey,youamso’plendidlybewful!Iheardewhitegen’l’msayso.Inoneedhearemsayit.Iseedatformasef."

           "You’relearningtoflatter,Florinda."

           "No,’deed,missa—ne’erawordobflattery—ne’eraword,Iswait.Byde’postles,Iswait."

           Toonewholookeduponhermistress,theearnestasseverationofthemaidwasnotnecessarytoprovethesincerityofherspeech,howeverhyperbolicalitmightappear.TosaythatLouisePoindexterwasbeautiful,wouldonlybetorepeattheuniversalverdictofthesocietythatsurroundedher.Asingleglancewassufficienttosatisfyanyoneuponthispoint—strangersaswellasacquaintances.Itwasakindofbeautythatneedednodiscovering—andyetitisdifficulttodescribeit.Thepencannotportrayswellaface.Eventhepencilcouldconveybutafaintideaofit:fornopainter,howeverskilled,couldrepresentuponcoldcanvastheglowingethereallightthatemanatedfromhereyes,andappearedtoradiateoverhercountenance.Herfeatureswerepurelyclassic:resemblingthosetypesoffemalebeautychosenbyPhidiasorPraxiteles.AndyetinalltheGrecianPantheonthereisnofacetowhichitcouldhavebeenlikened:foritwasnotthecountenanceofagoddess;but,somethingmoreattractivetotheeyeofman,thefaceofawoman.

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