PHANTASTES A FAERIE ROMANCE - online book

A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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74                               PHANTASTES:
tooned and draperied with all kinds of green that cling to shady rocks. In the furthest corner, half-hidden in leaves, through which it glowed, mingling lovely shadows between them, burned a bright rosy flame on a little earthen lamp. The lady glided round by the wall from behind me, still keeping her face towards me, and seated herself in the furthest cor­ner, with her back to the lamp, which she hid com­pletely from my view. I then saw indeed a form of perfect loveliness before me. Almost it seemed as if the light of the rose-lamp shone through her (for it could not be reflected from her); such a delicate shade of pink seemed to shadow what in itself must be a marbly whiteness of hue. I discovered after­wards, however, that there was one tiling in it I did not like; which was, that the white part of the eye was tinged with the same slight roseate hue as the rest of the form. It is strange that I cannot recall her features; but they, as well as her somewhat girlish figure, left on me simply and only the impression of intense loveliness. I lay down at her feet, and gazed up into her face as I lay.
She began, and told me a strange tale, which, like­wise, I cannot recollect; but which, at every turn and every pause, somehow or other fixed my eyes
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