Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 99: what you’re looking at

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4 “*As no longer yearns my heart, Or your smiles enslave me; © Let me thank you ere we part — oa sey cea 2 For the love you gave me. — ee TE i ii tage See the May flowers wet with dew eae Ng Tail a arise Ere their bloom is over. | YOO. i. 5 Uae vibe ie. Should I not return to you, we ange NS ae RD Ai Find another lover! Saal Siayse eee eae And Estella! She sat still as stone, her hands lek cee, her lap, her eyes fixed on the darkening street. And this was the end of all!” i “Horrible little song, isn’t it?’ Mr. Barat said: Aging © from the piano. “You haven’t answered me yet, Essie. You will make me that visit, will you not?” “ “When you are married ?”—how strangely her voice e sound: ed, faint and far-off even to herself! “When are Leow Wis, It died entirely away. Es “Very soon—I think—I hope. Look, Essie, 1 never showed you this before.” He drew from. beneath his vest sivas head a Godkcot: richly inlaid with sparkling stones, and, touching the spring, Se flew open. He handed it to her—not looking at the Sata drawn face. i “See, Essie—my Taine. and my bride that is ts be!” ya There was a little tremor in his steady voice—the tremor — of a deep, passionate love. Estella took it. There was still light enough left in the darkening sky for nee to, see the ple- tured face. - j hn _ Such an exquisite face! <A face oP sepkaad gd the by face of a girl not much older than herself, perfectly painted. — A darkly beautiful face—not of doubtful, unformed pretti- — ess, like her own, but one concerning whose exquisite loveli- _ ness there could be no two opinions. You might not choose % to like, but you could not fail to admire. _ Wonderful eyes— | large, black, luminous—looked up’ at you; wonderful waves — of rich black hair rippled over the snowy shone and the — low brow, a mouth like a rosebud, a nose that was simply per: fect, tinted oval cheeks—that was what Estella saw. Beneath © , was the name “Leonie.” She looked a moment. In that. . moment the beautiful dark face was pictured on her mind, © | “sl 2 be forgotten. Then she closed the locket and hand 3 “Tt is beautiful! I wish you every happiness, Me. Bartram, a and—your bride.” Nao ae Again her voice: failed. She was so young, so titterly ine | schooled, and Aunt Helen had talked -such terribly fooli he vs things. The deor opened, cut N orah came | dn asl "ig- io gas. ye ses A ail ar me ” a