His Other Wife: A Novel — page 199: what you’re looking at

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SERPENT AND DOVE, Igr sudden dropping of the pearly lids when his glance met hers with a ray too intense. He had guilefully led their talk into that vein of senti- ment where the very air about two sympathetic souls be- comes tremulous, as if surcharged with quivering forces, and in which there ceases to be need of direct phrase to make the throbbing feelings understood. Vernois had just finished repeating a few lines from a fervid pagan poem, on which Faith made no comment, and silence had succeeded—a dangerous silence that the creole knew well how to employ. The maiden’s downcast face was half averted from his ardent gaze, that nevertheléss burned her cheek till a scar- let spot had come out upon its whiteness; her left hand lay on her lap, within easy reach of his lissome, womanish fingers, He laid them softly upon the cool, white wrist “that her flowing sleeve of snowy muslin had left bare, and his dark, lustrous eyes were blazing like lamps. Simultaneously with the touching of their hands, one low, impassioned word trembled like a note of minor music on his beautiful lips :- “Darling!” The sound broke the enchantment, for the girl drew herself from him with a violent motion that capsized the ‘frail little wooden shell, and with a wild cry of fright she went down under the wave, * ets ke 2 x Oblivious to all but the delight of the romance he was Comicbooks: (E(0)