His Other Wife: A Novel — page 27: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE WIDOW'S CONFESSION. 19 She laughed again as she drew a chair forward, and added: ‘*Pray be seated, and I will see that mamma comes to you.” Strangely enough, Warren felt that he would rather she staid, but he did not have the nerve just then to tell her so. 7 Her light garments swept his feet as she glided past him with a wax-like ophidian grace that matched her dazzling beauty well. Instead of taking the chair she had offered, Warren stood looking after her, and feeling all his pulses quickened as by electricity. The touch of her filmy robe had thrilled him through by the nameless power of that wonderful something for which the wisdom of science has found no term more definite than magnetism. ‘The air about him seemed vital with subtle emanations from the warm luster of her glance, the auriferous shine of her fragrant hair. About the tiger-skin from which she had arisen there remained, to his excited fancy, a soft odor of crushed roses, that came to him hauntingly after she had passed out of sight. He knew at once this must be Leda, of whose rare beauty he had heard other men rave. Perhaps he would soon have called himself a fool for” permitting his sensibilities to be disturbed by the loveliness of a woman whose lot was separated from his own by the great gulf of caste; but before he had time to make so wise’a comment upon his emotions, Mrs. Morgan entered the first of the three parlors, | Comichbooks: (E(0) im