Roland Cashel . t tbe cbemise, sbebad no otber garment, save a jupe of tbin lama-wool, beautifullyembroidered and studded witb precious stones; tbis terminatedbelow tbe middle of tbe leg, displaying an ankle and foot no Grecianstatue ever surpassed in beauty. If tbe deep brown of ber skin almost conveyed tbe reproacb—andsucb it is—of Indian blood, a passing glance at tbe delicate outlineof ber features, and, in particular, of ber moutb, at once contradictedtbe suspicion. Tlie lips were beautifully arcbed, and, altbougli plumpand rounded, bad none of tlie fulness of tbe degraded race. Thesewere
Roland Cashel . t tbe cbemise, sbebad no otber garment, save a jupe of tbin lama-wool, beautifullyembroidered and studded witb precious stones; tbis terminatedbelow tbe middle of tbe leg, displaying an ankle and foot no Grecianstatue ever surpassed in beauty. If tbe deep brown of ber skin almost conveyed tbe reproacb—andsucb it is—of Indian blood, a passing glance at tbe delicate outlineof ber features, and, in particular, of ber moutb, at once contradictedtbe suspicion. Tlie lips were beautifully arcbed, and, altbougli plumpand rounded, bad none of tlie fulness of tbe degraded race. Thesewere now sligbtly parted, displaying teetb of surprising whiteness,and imparting to tbe whole expression a character of speaking ani-mation. Altbougb not yet sixteen, ber figure bad all tbe gracefuldevelopment of womanhood, without having entirely lost a certain airof fawn-lilce elasticity, wbicb, from time to time, ber gestures of impa-tience displayed. The two young men, on whom ber interest seemed fixed, were. CASHEL. 5 playing in partnership, and, in their highly-wrought passion, neveronce looked up from the board. One, somewhat taller and older bya few years, appeared to exercise the guidance of their play; and itwas easy to see, in the swollen and knotted veins of his forehead, inthe clenched hands, and in the tremulous lip, the passionate natureof a confirmed gambler. The younger, whose dress of green velvet,slashed and braided in Mexican taste, and whose wide-leaved sombrerowas decorated with a long sash of light blue silk, whose deep goldfringe hung upon his shoulder, was evidently one less enamoured ofplay, and more than once busied himself in arranging the details ofhis costume, of which he seemed somewhat vain. It was in one ofthese moments that his eyes met those of Maritaiia fixed steadfastlyupon him, and, fascinated by her unmoved stare, he felt his cheekgrow hot, and, whether from a sense of shame or a still more tendermotive, the blush spread over his f
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