New-York tribune
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among the islands, the social conditions modelled
on French ideas instead of American, In which the
touch of the tar brush passes unnoticed, are
touched upon. She describes a Haytien officer of
the Black Republic, resplendent In gold lace, but
barefoot. She was irresistibly impressed that she
was In the midst of an “opera bouffe, with negroes
playing at government.” But then she strolled
away, out beyond the President's palace, “to where
a row of houses, evidently homes of the Haytien
‘four hundred,” hidden away behind high French
gateways and walls, were draped from the glare
of the white sun under glistening leaves of heavy
foliage. Red, red flowers, high up in the tops of
trees, hung like drops of blood over the crumbling,
broken fountains. A sad little marble Cupid still
pirouetted in stony glee over a stained and dried
up basin. The gateway, a wonder in chiselled
stone and blossoming fron, was all but hidden in
a mass of tangled vines. I stood enchanted before
the outspreading garden; and then a woman of
wondrous face came down the steps of the man
sion and out into the garden toward me.
“Down the path she eame with a swift and
graceful movement, not walking, but gliding; her
sarments fell from her in loose, sweeping lines of
grace. As she approached a delicate pink flush
overspread her olive face, while with an exquisite
charm, in most perfect French, she invited me to
the cool seclusion of her veranda. She was the
color of a hazel nut. Her hair hung in two long,
glorious braids, just half inclined to wave in sweet
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New-York tribune. (1903). New York [N.Y.], 1903-12-09. Haiti in the American Press. Library of Congress, Chronicling America: https://www.loc.gov/resource/sn83030214/1903-12-09/ed-1/?sp=9
ReferencesReferencias
Library of Congress, Chronicling America: New-York tribune, 1903-12-09.
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