"
"Why leave us so soon?"
"Fate wills it, and there are home revels to which we are bid, and the
crush of the season after, where we shall only see our wings glisten
by Edisons or the now doomed gas-shine, for fog reigns supreme in the
day-time, and poor old Sol is hid from us."
"London belles would shine by their own beauty even in Egyptian
darkness."
For the Italian took pleasure in the beauty of the fair woman beside
him, her expressive face changing as some word touched her heart, or
again gay, reflecting a nature ever ready to respond in sympathy with
the feeling of those who pleased her.
"One of your countrymen writes me from your metropolis," taking a
letter from his pocket; "I shall read you a line or two: 'Our city
will soon be bright with the beauty of fair women, handsome men,
superb robings, gay equipages, prancing steeds. Rumour hath it that
one of our favourite belles is sunning herself in your land. Don't mar
the beauty of our constellation by detaining her with you after the
season opens for we must have _la belle_ Vernon.
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