Agnes, or, Beauty and Pleasure — page 257: what you’re looking at

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AGNES; OR, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE, the moment when the curtain draw up and the first scene had commenced,—when the door of that box opened and a lady entered. She was alone: but this circumstance being by no means unusual on the Continent, did not excite any particular attention on the part of those who bent their eyes in thet direction to contemplate this lady. And few there were within the walls of that theatre whose attention was not attracted from the stage to this !ovoly occupant of that box; and for several moments there was a sound resembling a sup- pressod buzz of admiration—for the great beauty of that lady at once produced a marvellous effect. ““Who is she?” inquired at least a hundred whispering voices in different parts of the house. No one could answer the question: she wasa stranger: she had not been before seen in any public place at Turin. “What magnificent rayen hair!” No. 84.—AGNES. said an attaché of the Austrian Legation to a brother- diplomatist. “And what magnificent dark eyes!” ejaculated the latter: “how luminous and how languishing t how bright and yet how melting !” “ What an admirable figure!” was whispered in another box by an aide-de-camp of the King of Piedmont, to a friend with whom he was seated. “There is the blending of the style of the Hebe with the Sylph—the luxurious proportions of the former being subdued and adjusted, so to speak, by the grace and elegance of the latter! What a beautiful neck! what a superb bust! and yet’ what a wasp-like waist!” ‘And now she smiles,” said the other gentle- man. ‘ Look! she recognises some one in another box!—and what a display of magnificent teeth! Who can she possibly be P” “ Her toilet isadmirable!” observed the aide- Vox, II, Elooolk =} co C© 5}