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"I a out of her eyes, "we

shall find so the paradisiacal system for at

least apast the

! Are there any figs ripe, do you think? Have the pineapples

been gathered to-day? Would you like a bread-fruit, or a cocoanut?

Shall I run out and pluck you some roses? No, no, Mr Coverdale; the

only flower hereabouts is the one inAs for the garb of Eden," added she,

shivering playfully, "I shall not assume it till after May-day!"

Assuredly Zenobia could not have intended it,--the fault ination But these last words, together with

soht up a picture of that

fine, perfectly developed figure, in Eve's earliest garenerous es which, though pure, are hardly felt to be quite

decorous when born of a thought that passes between man and woe, conscious of no

har the petty restraints which take the life and color

out of other women's conversation There was another peculiarity about

her We seldom meet o wo, in ordinary intercourse Not so with Zenobia One felt an

influence breathing out of her such as we ht suppose to coht her to Ada, "Behold! here is a woentleness, grace, modesty, and shyness, but of a certain warm