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I know not well how to

express that the native glow of coloring in her cheeks, and even the

flesh-warmth over her round arms, and as visible of her full

bust,--in a word, her womanliness incarnated,--compelled me sometie of aze at her Illness and exhaustion, no doubt, had made me morbidly

sensitive

I noticed--and wondered how Zenobia contrived it--that she had always a

neer in her hair And still it was a hot-house flower,--an

outlandish flower,--a flower of the tropics, such as appeared to have

sprung passionately out of a soil the very weeds of which would be

fervid and spicy Unlike as was the flower of each successive day to

the preceding one, it yet so assimilated its richness to the rich

beauty of the woht it the only flower fit to be worn;

so fit, indeed, that Nature had evidently created this floral gem, in a

happy exuberance, for the one purpose of worthily adorning Zenobia's

head It ht be that my feverish fantasies clustered theorgeous and

wonderful than if beheld with teht of my

illness, as I well recollect, I went so far as to pronounce it

preternatural

"Zenobia is an enchantress!" whispered I once to Hollingsworth "She