A Sequel to Don Juan — page 205: what you’re looking at

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196 A SEQUEL TO CXVI- And when she spoke, ’twas in a voice so low And so subdued, the sense he scarcely caught Of the few words that from her lips did flow ;— And when by signs (he could not speak) he sought Some details of the late affray to know, She shook her head:: nor could she e’en be brought, During the time she tended him, to say One single syllable save ‘‘ Yea’”’ and ‘‘ Nay.” CXVIL. Nor did she ever draw the veil aside, Which seemed fixed o’er her face just like Mokannas.* Juan knew not if shame, disgust, or pride Retained it there, but thought ’ twas not good mannets ; And sometimes he displeasure could not hide | Upon his face, when he essayed to scan her’s ; And then all her attentions were redoubled As if she were by his impatience troubled. CX VIII. And by her form he judged that she was young ; For it had all the beauty of contour Possessed by youth alone. The veil, though flung Over her features, served but to allure Imagination’s wings to sport among Fancy’s bright fairy realms ;—and he felt sure That a sweet figure’s symmetry and grace Could not be coupled to an ugly face. * See Moore's “ Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.”’ comichbooksn;com