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Chapter 48

           Iseeglancingthroughthetreesthebrighthuesofournationalcostume.Hedelightstowearit.Nowonder;itsobecomeshim!

           "SantaVirgin!I’munderaserapé,withasombreroonmyhead.He’llmistakemeforaman!Off,yeuglydisguises,andletmeseemwhatIamawoman."

           Scarcequickercouldbethetransformationinapantomime.ThecastingofftheserapérevealsaformthatHebemighthaveenvied;theremovalofthehat,aheadthatwouldhaveinspiredthechiselofCanova!

           Asplendidpictureisexhibitedinthatsolitaryglade;worthyofbeingframed,byitsborderingofspinoustrees,whosehirsutearmsseemstretchedouttoprotectit.

           Ahorseofsymmetricalshape,halfbackeduponhishaunches,withnostrilsspreadtothesky,andtailsweepingtheground;onhisbackonewhoseaspectandattitudesuggestacomminglingofgrand,thoughsomewhatincongruousideas,unitingtoformapicture,statuesqueasbeautiful.

           Theposeoftheriderisperfect.Halfsittinginthesaddle,halfstandinguponthestirrup,everyundulationofherformisdisplayedthelimbsjustenoughrelaxedtoshowthatsheisawoman.

           Notwithstandingwhatshehassaid,onherfacethereisnofearatleastnosigntobetrayit.Thereisnoquiveringlipnoblanchingofthecheeks.

           Theexpressionisaltogetherdifferent.Itisalookoflovecouchedunderaproudconfidence,suchasthatwithwhichtheshe-eagleawaitsthewooingofhermate.

           Youmaydeemthepictureoverdrawnperhapspronounceitunfeminine.

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