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It was, in sooth, always the beauteous Clorinda about whose charms
she builded her romances. In her great power she saw that for which
knights fought in tourney and great kings committed royal sins, and
to her splendid beauty she had in secrecy felt that all might be
forgiven. She cherished such fancies of her, that one morning, when
she believed her absent from the house, she stole into the corridor
upon which Clorinda's apartment opened. Her first timid thought had
been, that if a chamber door were opened she might catch a glimpse
of some of the splendours her sister's woman was surely laying out
for her wearing at a birth-night ball, at the house of one of the
gentry of the neighbourhood. But it so happened that she really
found the door of entrance open, which, indeed, she had not more
than dared to hope, and finding it so, she stayed her footsteps to
gaze with beating heart within. On the great bed, which was of
carved oak and canopied with tattered tapestry, there lay spread
such splendours as she had never beheld near to before. 'Twas blue
and silver brocade Mistress Clorinda was to shine in to-night; it
lay spread forth in all its dimensions. The beautiful bosom and
shoulders were to be bared to the eyes of scores of adorers, but
rich lace was to set their beauties forth, and strings of pearls.
Why Sir Jeoffry had not sold his lady's jewels before he became
enamoured of her six-year-old child it would be hard to explain.
There was a great painted fan with jewels in the sticks, and on the
floor--as if peeping forth from beneath the bravery of the expanded
petticoats--was a pair of blue and silver shoes, high-heeled and
arched and slender. In gazing at them Mistress Anne lost her
breath, thinking that in some fashion they had a regal air of being
made to trample hearts beneath them.
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