Add that this colouring kept an April freshness; add, too, her mother's height and more than her mother's grace of movement, an outline virginally severe yet flexuous as a palm-willow in April winds; and you have Hetty Wesley at twenty-seven--a queen in a country frock and cobbled shoes; a scholar, a lady, amongst hinds; above all, a woman made for love and growing towards love surely, though repressed and thwarted.
Emilia read: "So spake our general mother, and, with eyes Of conjugal attraction unreproved, And meek surrender, half-embracing leaned On our first father; half her swelling breast Naked met his, under the flowing gold Of her loose tresses hid; he, in delight Both of her beauty and submissive charms, Smiled with superior love (as Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers), and pressed her matron lip With kisses pure.

Aside the Devil turned For envy, yet with jealous leer malign Eyed them askance; and to himself thus plained:-- 'Sight hateful, sight tormenting!'.

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." Molly interrupted with a cry; so fiercely Hetty had gripped her wrist of a sudden.

Emily broke off: "What on earth's the matter, child ?" "Is it an adder ?" asked Patty, whose mind was ever practical.
"Johnny Whitelamb warned us--" "An adder ?" Hetty answered her, cool in a moment and deliberate.
"Nothing like it, my dear; 'tis the old genuine Serpent." "What do you mean, Hetty?
Where is it ?" "Sit down, child, and don't distress yourself.