A brazen feat it was! For that Lucifer's
throne was a curved stone seat, a natural
armchair, rudely carved out of the precipice
rock, more than a dozen sheer feet beneath
the crest where she stood with Una--Andrew
of the thistly tongue having driven the
two girls up to the foot of the peak on this
the third day after their arrival, with the
May flies, amid the mountains.

"A nickum--oh! a nickum, indeed--a
daredevil nickum--sitting in the Devil's
Armchair, with his feet dangling down--down
over the deep precipice! Look!"

Pemrose pirouetted in excitement at the
sight.

"Yes, and, goodness! he seems to be
enjoying it, too. Not turning a hair.
Oh! if 't were[** 'twere] I--I should be so-o dizzy."

With the more timid cry in her pulsing
throat, and that little appalled stand, a
star of mingled consternation and admiration
beaming, bewitched, in one dark eye,
Una turned from the spectacle--turned,
shuddering, from the hundred-and-odd feet
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