Countess Gisela

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The child smiled, and the smile transformed her face, rounding her haggard cheeks, and lighting up her thin pale lips with an expression of gentle loveliness. Oh, I like him much better too because he is so wise, said she. I tell him all the pretty stories I know or can invent; and there he lies before me on his cushion, blinking his eyes, and purring as hard as he can; he always does so when any thing pleases him. Papa always laughs at me, but yet it is true - pussy knows my name.