His Other Wife: A Novel — page 116: what you’re looking at

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108 GORDON WARREN'S PUPIL. the boat, which was moored at the foot of the knoll she had drawn. ‘“Why did you copy that spot? There’s nothing strik- ing in it, I think,” said Warren, still bending over her head. — ‘‘No,” she answered, without pausing in her work. ‘‘Nothing striking, as you say, in the spot itself, but one likes to keep mementoes of places where one has been happy.” She spoke with the sublime nazve/e of a young child. A tender half smile lit up Warren’s serene face; he leaned yet a little nearer to the drooped head ‘‘rippling over” with soft, dark curls, and asked, gently: «“Were you happy there?” ‘‘Oh, yes, very; how could I help it? The evening was so infinitely sweet and lovely, and you were telling me of so many grand and beautiful things.” ‘Children are easily made happy,” said Warren, laugh- ing softly—he meant it to tease her, but Faith answered quite demurely : ‘That is true; but I think even a grown person would have enjoyed last evening as much as I did.” ‘‘Then you do not consider yourself a grown person?” ‘*How can I when I’m only sixteen?” Warren laughed again, and said: ‘*Well, suppose you put down the pencil and come out for another short pull across the lake? The twilight will last long enough for that,” . Eomicbooks.co 3