[Mary Anerley by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link bookMary Anerley CHAPTER VII 4/24
Considering his time of life, he looked well and sleek, and almost sprightly; and so, without any reservation, did his gentle and graceful rider.
The maiden looked well in a place like that, as indeed in almost any place; but now she especially set off the color of things, and was set off by them.
For instance, how could the silver of the dew-cloud, and golden weft of sunrise, playing through the dapples of a partly wooded glen, do better (in the matter of variety) than frame a pretty moving figure in a pink checked frock, with a skirt of russet murrey, and a bright brown hat? Not that the hat itself was bright, even under the kiss of sunshine, simply having seen already too much of the sun, but rather that its early lustre seemed to be revived by a sense of the happy position it was in; the clustering hair and the bright eyes beneath it answering the sunny dance of life and light.
Many a handsomer face, no doubt, more perfect, grand, and lofty, received--at least if it was out of bed--the greeting of that morning sun; but scarcely any prettier one, or kinder, or more pleasant, so gentle without being weak, so good-tempered without looking void of all temper at all. Suddenly the beauty of the time and place was broken by sharp angry sound.
Bang! bang! came the roar of muskets fired from the shore at the mouth of the Dike, and echoing up the winding glen.
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