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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1870 edition. Excerpt: ...which his eyes could not penetrate, and which his fancy converted into a dazzling glory. Whether she looked better or worse, to him she was ever the same, He had seen her pale, emaciated, faded, struggling in the embrace of death, and resembling a spectre rather than a woman. He had then sought in her features, with attention and anxiety, the symptoms of her malady for the better or for the worse; but it never had occurred to him to think in that moment whether she was ugly or not, nor whether she could ever become an object of repugnance and disgust. And when she had recovered all the brilliancy of her youth, and the expression of life, he saw not whether she had lost or gained beanty. She was to him. whether in life or in death, the ideal of all youth, of all sublime expression, of all unmatched and incomparable beanty. Thus Consuelo had never once thought of him while she was dressing herself before her mirror. Dill what a difference on the part of Anzoleto; with what minute attention he had gazed at her, iudged and dissected her in his imagination, on the day when he had asked himself whether she was not ugly? Now. he had taken note of the smallest graces of her person, now admired the least pains she had taken to please him! How he knew her hair, her arms, her foot, her carriage, every tint that was blended in her beantiful complexion, every fold of her wavy garments 1 With what anient vivacity he had praised her loveliness; with what voluptuous languishment he had perused her! At that time, the chaste girl understood not the beatings of her own heart. She wished not to understand them now; and yet she felt them grow more violent at the idea of reappearing before his eyes. She grew angry with herself; she blushed for very shame and venation;...