Sylph Etherege

  • SYLPH ETHEREGE

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    On a bright summer evening, two persons stood among the shrubbery of a garden, stealthily watching a young girl, who sat in the window seat of a neighboring mansion.

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  • One of these unseen observers, a gentleman, was youthful, and had an air of high breeding and refinement, and a face marked with intellect, though otherwise of unprepossessing aspect.

  • His features wore even an ominous, though somewhat mirthful expression, while he pointed his long forefinger at the girl, and seemed to regard her as a creature completely within the scope of his influence.

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    Edward

    “The charm works!”

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    said he, in a low, but emphatic whisper.

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    The Lady

    “Do you know, Edward Hamilton,--since so you choose to be named,--do you know,”

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    said the lady beside him,

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    The Lady

    “that I have almost a mind to break the spell at once?

  • What if the lesson should prove too severe!

  • True, if my ward could be thus laughed out of her fantastic nonsense, she might be the better for it through life.

  • But then, she is such a delicate creature!

  • And, besides, are you not ruining your own chance, by putting forward this shadow of a rival?”

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    Edward

    “But will he not vanish into thin air, at my bidding?”

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    rejoined Edward Hamilton.

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    Edward

    “Let the charm work!”

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    The girl’s slender and sylph-like figure, tinged with radiance from the sunset clouds, and overhung with the rich drapery of the silken curtains, and set within the deep frame of the window, was a perfect picture;

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  • or, rather, it was like the original loveliness in a painter’s fancy, from which the most finished picture is but an imperfect copy.

  • Though her occupation excited so much interest in the two spectators, she was merely gazing at a miniature which she held in her hand, encased in white satin and red morocco;

  • nor did there appear to be any other cause for the smile of mockery and malice with which Hamilton regarded her.