Counterparts; Or, the Cross of Love

Counterparts; Or, the Cross of Love

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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. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...see that star, by the moon." They all turned round at those proud, gentle tones, that were so irresistible, even to the vulgar. There was the moon, a pearly crescent, curved like a shell upon the shore, touching that sea with a trail of silver. And there by it was the star of evening--a pale blue diamond, tremulous as a tear unfallen. But the moment they had all turned, even Bernard, to see the star--" that star by the moon "--as though they had never seen a star, nor the moon, before--Sarona looked downwards, turned aside to see the little creature for whom he had come that night, and for whom he had refused to dance. It was awful to Sarona to see her at that hour--to feel her so near, and to thrust her back so far. His heart fluttered like a flower as her white frock flashed upon his keenest sight, that made all sights more keen--as he saw her little hands, her wrists, and the wreaths of palest rubies that seemed to weigh down her slender arms. No flowers were in Rose's hair, nor upon her dress; nor any jewels except those bracelets: but their rosy fire had a charm too painful for Sarona: they were like his thoughts that night, as frozen flame. Bernard was the first to turn, and to assume his infantine vivacity: so unlike the adult vivacity with which the rest, excepting Rose, responded. She still looked upwards, when Bernard said, --"Now, while you are all star-gazing, they shall play my Ballet Overture. And you must all listen: any one who speaks while they play it shall be handed over the cliff!" He left them, and, crossing the lawn, leaped over the belt of flowers, and slid beneath the silent orchestra. He spoke. No longer silent; a dim, wavering chord seemed to shiver the breathless air: the violins were whispering...show more

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  • Paperback | 234 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 12mm | 426g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236518314
  • 9781236518316