her, though he was not wont to brook female severity. He was probably so pliant at first merely for the sake of amusement, but at last his sentiments took a more serious turn.
Lucy, my fair partner, was Annette's younger sister, and quite the reverse of her; a little, languishing, puny being, of uncommonly fine limbs, and a most pliant make. Her soft eye, overshaded with long, brown eye-lashes, seemed, indeed, not to be an entire stranger to roguish coquetry; yet it displayed more modest goodness than wantonness. It burned with a wish, with a secret desire, for a certain something, which she, perhaps, had no clear notion of, or at least, seemed never to have found as yet. Her bosom spoke the same language, as well as the blushes of her dimpled cheeks, when I pressed her little charming hand. Her feelings certainly were strong, and she only was at a loss how to express them. She had too little energy of body and of mind, andfor
