Excerpt from The Wellesley Prelude, Vol. 3: November 7, 1891 There were the huts of the serfs, thatched with straw and I often looked upon the men as they worked with spade and hoe tilling the gardens. They were bare-legged and their heads were uncovered, with the hot sun beating down upon them. I could see the women in their bright skirts as they sat spinning in the doorways, but little I thought of them then. That evening my maid, Matilde, arrayed me in my gown, rich and soft like a pansy leaf, and a wimple delicately embroidered. I smiled as l gazed in the mirror of polished metal and beheld the glow of my cheeks and the lustre of gold curls falling on my white shoulders - Ag mls Dei, miserere noble. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.