Joseph Wilmot, or, The Memoirs of a Man-Servant — page 142: what you’re looking at

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—_—-- ———- JOSEPH WILMOL; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A MAN-SERVAN?T. ! +4 rat mae +9 j tt | ey 2, CC: — © se | \ i SASS AMAA SS ‘ MUNK ANNU metry. His countenance was remarkably hand- some: it had a certain classic delicacy of features —his complexion was a pale olive—his hair cerk:, luxuriant, and flowing in wavy masses down to the collar of his morning-gown. There was a deep pensiveness'in the expression of his countenance when the features were at rest: but he was evi- dently a man of strong feelings—and those fea- tures became perfectly animated with the sincerest pleasure as he welcomed me. His voice—some- what low, and also imbued with a certain inde- finable mournfulness—was full of a rich masculine music ; and methought that it was the kind of voice best calculated to give all the most pleasing effects to the golden harmony of the language of that sunny clime to which he belonged. Altogether, Signor Avellino was a young man who, when the first momentary impression of our somewhat un- comfortable meeting had passed away, was admir- ably calculated to interest and please me, TTT 7 = it W777 _ TMT Nj A be, Ne BB “ee = . 4 > | ~ ' y laNwe ~ a SS y) Pas y j yy rer Ss . ‘ i I FZ LE ny >, on ri f= 4 Sf : - > << V4 Z Bg Cre Hy} Ai \ Ja f _— =i | ao ———— I, = >) > \ ce ———— FLOSS, —— I a rs \ \\ iy, baaidy.- \ Yi ~ }! / £. histh Air : ~ nn pare Uy 4 Ma 2 4 4 . ————— «f ' fs o> ge)! k - AIF ; ey Pd hh aa —_—__——_. J Ly Wyo qu =) — —<_— HAN? A ' _— ) RS > || iI lise \ ‘4, \ . \\\/ = 4 ii \\ = = a — ~ - ———— ————s es <5 —. Oe ae ¢ Most welcome indeed,” he said, again pressing my hand with warmth after he had glanced a second time at the letter of introduction, “is a friend of the Count of Livorno. You must nof think, Mr. Wilmot, that because you found me in a studio, I am an artist by profession; and I beseech you to consider that it is because I am diffident in respect to my amateur achievements, I am angry when that thick-pated domestic of mine introduces any one thither. I practise the art of painting in the same way as the Count of Livorno has pursued that of medicine: namely, for amusement. But enough of explanations, which indeed are only intended to serve as apolo- gies for that seeming rudeness on my part. We will now take luncheon and discourse at our leisure.” , “Thank you,” I answered: “but I have just been partaking of a dejeuner with the Count of Livorno,” EORMNIC Oo anne A LLL LLL AL AAD