The Fair Enchantress; Or, How She Won Men's Hearts (Paperback)

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. 1885 Excerpt: ...die, and find peace, rest, in the grave." She closed her eyes again, and gently, as if soothing a weary child, her guardian stroked her hair. He longed to ask her about her past, but waited for a revelation from her, in her own way and time. He left her, and sat down by his harp; he knew the wonderful effect music had on her, and as he played her favourite air, a sweet simple melody, "Pure as Snow," her features somewhat relaxed, though her face was deadly white, with a steely blueness quivering around the outline of each feature. Again his hand passed softly over her hair, and she looked up into his face, asking: "My guardian, did it ever seem to you, perhaps on occasions of trivial concern, or perhaps during some momentous event, that you had been in like circumstances and surrounded by the tilings at that instant present at some time before?" "Often and often, Mora; but the recollection, i though forcibly impressing us with surprise, is misty and confused." His eyes looked down into hers, eagerly and questioningly. "Child," he resumed, "with Plato shall we say it was in one of our prior states of existence, and that the long-forgotten transactions are suddenly flashing upon us?" She shook her head. "Oh sir, I cannot tell, I cannot tell. But Plato did not know the double structure and double action of the brain of man; he did not remember that the mind may lose all recognition of the lapse of time, and with equal facility compress into the twinkling of an eye events so numerous that for their occurrence days and even years would seem to be required; or, conversely, that it can take a simple idea, which one would suppose might be disposed of in a moment, and dwell upon it, dilating or swelling it...