Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 58 of 218
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50 é A SERVANT OF SATAN, jade. The floor was covered with a white velvet carpet if richly embroidered with silver, and the windows were hung with fairy-like draperies of silver gauze and point lace. At the farther end of the apartment was a kind of broad, oriental divan, and there, nestling among a pile of cushions, reclined the jewel of which all the splendors above de- | scribed formed but the unworthy setting. Princess Louba, a little over twenty-two years of age at the time, was cer- tainly one of the loveliest women of the day. Tall and ex- quisitely proportioned, her hands and feet were marvelously small and the rich contours of her figure were absolutely perfect. She had one of those dead white complexions, ever so delicately tinted with pink, which remind one of the petal of a tea-rose or the interior of a shell. Her large, languid black eyes were shaded by long and curly eye- lashes, and her straight eyebrows almost met over a small, aquiline nose, the sensuous nostrils of which quivered at , the slightest emotion. In piquant contrast to her dark eyes, her hair, of a pale golden color, hung down to below her knees. She was dressed in a long ‘‘djebba,” or loose robe of white crepe de chine, the semi- -transpar ent folds of which clung to her form as the morning dew cH Rae to a flower which it is loth to conceal. For several minutes Frederick stood as if transfixed, un- able to remove his fevered gaze from the lovely apparition — which rendered him blind to all else. He could see noth- ing but the princess, as she lay there in all her indolent — beauty. The *‘Muezzin” droning forth his harmonious summons to prayers from the loftiest galleries of the minarets, had but just notified the faithful that it was two hours after midnight, when suddenly one of the curtains was softly drawn aside, and a woman scarcely less beautiful than the > princess herself glided into the room. Her large violet eyes flashed triumphantly, and a mock- ‘cGomicbooks.co