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But
pretty
Polly
Gookin
felt
not
thus
.
The
pair
were
now
promenading
the
room
:
Feathertop
with
his
dainty
stride
and
no
less
dainty
grimace
,
the
girl
with
a
native
maidenly
grace
,
just
touched
,
not
spoiled
,
by
a
slightly
affected
manner
,
which
seemed
caught
from
the
perfect
artifice
of
her
companion
.
The
longer
the
interview
continued
,
the
more
charmed
was
pretty
Polly
,
until
,
within
the
first
quarter
of
an
hour
(
as
the
old
magistrate
noted
by
his
watch
)
,
she
was
evidently
beginning
to
be
in
love
.
Nor
need
it
have
been
witchcraft
that
subdued
her
in
such
a
hurry
;
the
poor
child
’
s
heart
,
it
may
be
,
was
so
very
fervent
that
it
melted
her
with
its
own
warmth
as
reflected
from
the
hollow
semblance
of
a
lover
.
No
matter
what
Feathertop
said
,
his
words
found
depth
and
reverberation
in
her
ear
;
no
matter
what
he
did
,
his
action
was
heroic
to
her
eye
.
And
by
this
time
it
is
to
be
supposed
there
was
a
blush
on
Polly
’
s
cheek
,
a
tender
smile
about
her
mouth
and
a
liquid
softness
in
her
glance
;
while
the
star
kept
coruscating
on
Feathertop
’
s
breast
,
and
the
little
demons
careered
with
more
frantic
merriment
than
ever
about
the
circumference
of
his
pipe
bowl
.
O
pretty
Polly
Gookin
,
why
should
these
imps
rejoice
so
madly
that
a
silly
maiden
’
s
heart
was
about
to
be
given
to
a
shadow
!
Is
it
so
unusual
a
misfortune
,
so
rare
a
triumph
?
By
and
by
Feathertop
paused
,
and
throwing
himself
into
an
imposing
attitude
,
seemed
to
summon
the
fair
girl
to
survey
his
figure
and
resist
him
longer
if
she
could
.
His
star
,
his
embroidery
,
his
buckles
glowed
at
that
instant
with
unutterable
splendor
;
the
picturesque
hues
of
his
attire
took
a
richer
depth
of
coloring
;
there
was
a
gleam
and
polish
over
his
whole
presence
betokening
the
perfect
witchery
of
well
-
ordered
manners
.
The
maiden
raised
her
eyes
and
suffered
them
to
linger
upon
her
companion
with
a
bashful
and
admiring
gaze
.
Then
,
as
if
desirous
of
judging
what
value
her
own
simple
comeliness
might
have
side
by
side
with
so
much
brilliancy
,
she
cast
a
glance
towards
the
full
-
length
looking
-
glass
in
front
of
which
they
happened
to
be
standing
.
It
was
one
of
the
truest
plates
in
the
world
and
incapable
of
flattery
.
No
sooner
did
the
images
therein
reflected
meet
Polly
’
s
eye
than
she
shrieked
,
shrank
from
the
stranger
’
s
side
,
gazed
at
him
for
a
moment
in
the
wildest
dismay
,
and
sank
insensible
upon
the
floor
.
Feathertop
likewise
had
looked
towards
the
mirror
,
and
there
beheld
,
not
the
glittering
mockery
of
his
outside
show
,
but
a
picture
of
the
sordid
patchwork
of
his
real
composition
stripped
of
all
witchcraft
.
The
wretched
simulacrum
!
We
almost
pity
him
.
He
threw
up
his
arms
with
an
expression
of
despair
that
went
further
than
any
of
his
previous
manifestations
towards
vindicating
his
claims
to
be
reckoned
human
,
for
perchance
the
only
time
since
this
so
often
empty
and
deceptive
life
of
mortals
began
its
course
,
an
illusion
had
seen
and
fully
recognized
itself
.
Mother
Rigby
was
seated
by
her
kitchen
hearth
in
the
twilight
of
this
eventful
day
,
and
had
just
shaken
the
ashes
out
of
a
new
pipe
,
when
she
heard
a
hurried
tramp
along
the
road
.
Yet
it
did
not
seem
so
much
the
tramp
of
human
footsteps
as
the
clatter
of
sticks
or
the
rattling
of
dry
bones
.
"
Ha
!
"
thought
the
old
witch
,
"
what
step
is
that
?
Whose
skeleton
is
out
of
its
grave
now
,
I
wonder
?
"
A
figure
burst
headlong
into
the
cottage
door
.
It
was
Feathertop
!
His
pipe
was
still
alight
;
the
star
still
flamed
upon
his
breast
;
the
embroidery
still
glowed
upon
his
garments
;
nor
had
he
lost
,
in
any
degree
or
manner
that
could
be
estimated
,
the
aspect
that
assimilated
him
with
our
mortal
brotherhood
.
But
yet
,
in
some
indescribable
way
(
as
is
the
case
with
all
that
has
deluded
us
when
once
found
out
)
,
the
poor
reality
was
felt
beneath
the
cunning
artifice
.
"
What
has
gone
wrong
?
"
demanded
the
witch
.
"
Did
yonder
sniffling
hypocrite
thrust
my
darling
from
his
door
?
The
villain
!
I
’
ll
set
twenty
fiends
to
torment
him
till
he
offer
thee
his
daughter
on
his
bended
knees
!
"
"
No
,
mother
,
"
said
Feathertop
despondingly
;
"
it
was
not
that
.
"
