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"
You
think
,
with
my
hair
upon
your
head
,
you
would
be
invincible
among
the
men
?
"
"
No
,
missa
--
not
you
hair
alone
--
but
wif
you
sweet
face
--
you
skin
,
white
as
de
alumbaster
--
you
tall
figga
--
you
grand
look
.
Oh
,
Miss
Looey
,
you
am
so
'
plendidly
bewful
!
I
hear
de
white
gen
'
l
'm
say
so
.
I
no
need
hear
em
say
it
.
I
see
dat
for
masef
.
"
"
You
're
learning
to
flatter
,
Florinda
.
"
"
No
,
'd
eed
,
missa
--
ne'er
a
word
ob
flattery
--
ne'er
a
word
,
I
swa
it
.
By
de
'
postles
,
I
swa
it
.
"
To
one
who
looked
upon
her
mistress
,
the
earnest
asseveration
of
the
maid
was
not
necessary
to
prove
the
sincerity
of
her
speech
,
however
hyperbolical
it
might
appear
.
To
say
that
Louise
Poindexter
was
beautiful
,
would
only
be
to
repeat
the
universal
verdict
of
the
society
that
surrounded
her
.
A
single
glance
was
sufficient
to
satisfy
any
one
upon
this
point
--
strangers
as
well
as
acquaintances
.
It
was
a
kind
of
beauty
that
needed
no
discovering
--
and
yet
it
is
difficult
to
describe
it
.
The
pen
can
not
portray
swell
a
face
.
Even
the
pencil
could
convey
but
a
faint
idea
of
it
:
for
no
painter
,
however
skilled
,
could
represent
upon
cold
canvas
the
glowing
ethereal
light
that
emanated
from
her
eyes
,
and
appeared
to
radiate
over
her
countenance
.
Her
features
were
purely
classic
:
resembling
those
types
of
female
beauty
chosen
by
Phidias
or
Praxiteles
.
And
yet
in
all
the
Grecian
Pantheon
there
is
no
face
to
which
it
could
have
been
likened
:
for
it
was
not
the
countenance
of
a
goddess
;
but
,
something
more
attractive
to
the
eye
of
man
,
the
face
of
a
woman
.
A
suspicion
of
sensuality
,
apparent
in
the
voluptuous
curving
of
the
lower
lip
--
still
more
pronounced
in
the
prominent
rounding
beneath
the
cheeks
--
while
depriving
the
countenance
of
its
pure
spiritualism
,
did
not
perhaps
detract
from
its
beauty
.
There
are
men
,
who
,
in
this
departure
from
the
divine
type
,
would
have
perceived
a
superior
charm
:
since
in
Louise
Poindexter
they
would
have
seen
not
a
divinity
to
be
worshipped
,
but
a
woman
to
be
loved
.
Her
only
reply
vouchsafed
to
Florinda
's
earnest
asseveration
was
a
laugh
--
careless
,
though
not
incredulous
.
The
young
Creole
did
not
need
to
be
reminded
of
her
beauty
.
She
was
not
unconscious
of
it
:
as
could
be
told
by
her
taking
more
than
one
long
look
into
the
mirror
before
which
her
toilet
was
being
made
.
The
flattery
of
the
negress
scarce
called
up
an
emotion
;
certainly
not
more
than
she
might
have
felt
at
the
fawning
of
a
pet
spaniel
;
and
she
soon
after
surrendered
herself
to
the
reverie
from
which
the
speech
had
aroused
her
.
Florinda
was
not
silenced
by
observing
her
mistress
's
air
of
abstraction
.
The
girl
had
evidently
something
on
her
mind
--
some
mystery
,
of
which
she
desired
the
éclaircissement
--
and
was
determined
to
have
it
.
"
Ah
!
"
she
continued
,
as
if
talking
to
herself
;
"
if
Florinda
had
half
de
charm
ob
young
missa
,
she
for
nobody
care
--
she
for
nobody
heave
do
deep
sigh
!
"
"
Sigh
!
"
repeated
her
mistress
,
suddenly
startled
by
the
speech
.
"
What
do
you
mean
by
that
?
"
