Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 14 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
They increased with every step in his forward progress, so that when
"Rose Dale Cottage" appeared in sight —a modest cabin, on a gentle
hillslope, overlooking a long valley his confidence sank within him,
and his resolution to play the bold lover seemed to ooze out of his fin-
ger ends.
Rose Carter was at the entrance, and waiting his coming impa-
tiently. She was already dressed and showed charmingly in his eyes. His
thought, as he gazed upon her with greedy glances, was one of appre-
hension. She was so beautiful!
"How should I ever think that she would have me?" So he mused as
he rode up.
And, verily, Rose was a beauty a rustic beauty, it is true, in full
health, with flushed cheeks, slightly browned by the sun; but so grace-
ful of figure, so well developed, with such flashing eyes, and features so
full of the spiritual and animated, that we can no more wonder at the
tender emotions which she inspired in the man, than those of jealousy
which she may have provoked in the woman.
"So you are come at last," she cried to him saucily, as he rode up to
the door. "I have been ready dressed and looking for you for a good
hour, Master Mike Baynam.""That she has," said Aunt Betsy Moore, a veteran old lady, in
starched apron and mob cap, who now came to the door also. "But
that's always her way. She's mighty quick to dress, I tell you, when she's
got a new frock and bonnet to wear.""Yes, I am quick; but he's too slow, Aunty. What kept you so long,
Mr. Baynam. You must have been thinking to go to a funeral instead of
a wedding.""I'm within the hour I promised, Miss Rose," answered the swain,
respectfully, alighting from his horse. "We've got plenty of time, and, at
a walk, we can get to Blanton's long before sunset.""Well, come in, only I'll let you know that when I'm ready, I don't
like to be kept waiting. You men are all so slow; so given to putting off
till the last moment."
And she tossed her long and well-curled ringlets of sunshiny hair,
and pursed up her pretty little mouth, and with a graceful swing of her
well-rounded and somewhat tallish figure, she exhibited that move-
ment or carriage of body which is known in the fashionable world as
the "Grecian Bend." This she had acquired from nature, without the aid
of her mantua-maker, and with no lesson on the subject either from
literature or art.