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think as they may. " Sol'' visits the face with many a fiery mark, and if he hisses, he leaves his sting behind. I felt glad when we once more took our way to town ; and although no lovely moon was abroad, "
the floor of Heaven Was thick inlaid with patines of bright gold,"
which sufficed to light us gloriously on our w ay, and bring us in safety to Spring Gardens.
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XXIII.
ZULMIERA, THE HALF-CARIB GIRL. A Legend of t\)t Sahannah. THE sun was rapidly sinking in the west, but its declining beams only threw upon every object a richer tone of colour, as a party, consisting of three persons, emerged from a small shrubbery, and halted upon the brow of a shelving hill. The foremost of the party was a man who probably verged upon the mellow age of fifty ; but his eagle-eye, and stalwart frame, told that his years sat light upon him. He was what would have been termed a handsome man ; but a supercilious curl of his upper lip, and an expression of scornful indifference, which, though apparently suppressed, lingered in his dark hazel eye, added to a brow furrowed by deep lines, and compressed by slumbering passions, which only waited the spur of the moment to be called into action, detracted from the otherwise agreeable character of his features, and effectually forbid any approach to familiarity. A deep and unsightly scar, the effects of a sabre-cut, which, commencing from the right ear, traversed the jaw, injured yet further his good looks. He was habited in a complete suit of black velvet, of the richest texture; the sombreness of which was in some measure relieved by diamond clasps, and small kneebuckles of the same costly stones. A small collar of the