His Other Wife: A Novel — page 162: what you’re looking at

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154 LOST. of the creamy magnolia flowers and purple wood-violets, are abandoned to groups or couples of romantic young folks, whose talk and laughter chime in sweetly with the brazen music that sounds from the band playing on the deck of the schooner moored to the cliff. The soft, purple haze of a cloudless afternoon is_gather- ing over the scene, and the smooth surface of the river glistens as an opaline lake under the tender blue or the sky. ‘Will you have the kindness to step back to the land- ing and ask for my shawl that I left in the state-room, Miss Draper?” said Leda to the governess, who, with Faith, Vernois, and herself, was about to set out on a walk along the shore. Miss Draper, of course, assented, and, watching her till she was out of sight, Leda said to Vernois, on whose arm Faith was leaning : ‘‘Walk on slowly—Miss Draper and I will soon over- take you; it is so tedious to stand and wait.” _ Julian’s face lit with grateful pleasure as he returned the ‘significant glance that Leda had thrown from the corner of her eye. He was narrating something to the girl at the time, and, without making any point of it; moved on with her along the bank in an opposite direction to the one they had set out to follow. Leda seated herself on the'Brass to await Miss Draper’s return. Long ere the little governess reached the spot EComicbooks: co