And little Anne was certainly as lovely and
engaging a little creature as ever I saw; while, as to her elder
sister, in all the trouble and anxiety of the night, I could not
help enjoying the sight of her beautiful eager face and form. She
was tall and very slight, sylph-like, as it was the fashion to call
it, but every limb was instinct with grace and animation. Her face
was, perhaps, rather too thin for robust health, though this
enhanced the idea of her being all spirit, as also did the
transparency of complexion, tinted with an exquisite varying
carnation. Her eyes were of a clear, bright, rather light brown,
and were sparkling with the lustre of excitement, her delicate lips
parted, showing the pretty pearly teeth, as she was telling Emily,
in a low voice of enthusiasm, scarcely designed for my ears, how
glorious a sight our brother had been, riding there in his glancing
silver, bearing down all before him with his good sword, like the
Captal de Buch dispersing the Jacquerie.
To which Emily responded, 'Oh, don't you love the Captal de Buch?'
And their friendship was cemented.
Next I heard, 'And that you should have been so good after all my
rudeness. But I thought you were like the old Winslows; and instead
of that you have come to the rescue of your enemies. Isn't it
beautiful?'
'Oh no, not enemies,' said Emily.
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