Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1870 Excerpt: ...much art and imposture! "What a power of paint, how little power of religion! "In the minsters sits some woman weird, in a corner, "With her wares spread out, as huckster vile by her basket "You but risk the coin, she sets you burning a taper, "Cheers your comrade's soul, deep in the regions infernal. "Too much trash, I say it; and, of the Saints and Apostles, "Half the gems are paste, the bones are those of a mummy." So spake Foulque Dubois, with careless twirl of his whisker: Still his tone rang false, and it offended the rector. Vex'd and grieved he walked, as back they sauntered together. Laugh'd the Frenchman, then, and in the eyes of the maiden Look'd as one that sees the sudden gleam of a treasure. Shafts of crafty praise but little able to parry, She was all too gay, held in the snare of his glances. Still she heard his talk, as thirsty ground in the summer Drinks the welcome rain, and chatted on, and was happy. Easily she read the sullen anger of Berthold, Easily she read the grief and rage of the father: Yet was inly glad, and still a devil within her Made her eye more bright, and added art to her laughter. Foulque Alphonse divined the mischief born of his presence j Shaped his subtle speech to be as oil to the burning. She was sad as Viot and the stranger departed. Here at least was one who deem'd her worthy of honour. How would he despise her, yielding tamely to Berthold Love's sweet flower unask'd, too little prized to be gather'd! Ah, the dreams of youth, the simple dreams of a damsel! Sweet to her his words and looks, the heralds of passion. Fresh, the drops of rain, that set the lilies aripple On the tranquil lake, that fall in van of the thunder: Bright the little spark, that fires the silent Savannah...
"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.
