The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 334: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXVIII THE LADY AND THE PAGE A SUDDEN glow of fervid delight thrilled through the entire form of the Honourable Miss Juliana Farefield, as her mag- nificent dark eyes settied upon the beautiful countenance and symmetrical figure of Francis Paton. The blood mantled upon her cheeks, and her bosom heaved with a long sigh of pleasure as he approached. We have already said, when describing this exceedingly fascinating youth, that he had but little colour upon his cheeks; indeed his countenance was somewhat pale, not with a dull pallor of ill health, but with that animated paleness which is characteristic of a high order of intellect- uality. Nevertheless, the little colour that there was on Frank’s cheeks rapidly deepened as he beheld the regards of the young lady fixed upon him with an expression at once burning and tender. Nor less did he experience a kindred sensation of ecstatic feeling, as if catching the transfusion of the fervid passion which inspired Juliana’s heart. With tremulous fingers did the patrician lady take the publication off the silver tray, and as she did so, her own fair hand was lightly and intentionally swept over that with which the page was holding the salver. Her eyes were all the time upturned toward him, with an expression of glowing tenderness which he could not mistake, and the spirit of which it was impossible to avoid catching. Moreover, that touch had galvanized him. It had sent its electric influence throughout his entire form,—an influence as potent as the magnetic source from whence it had emanated. The salver actually vibrated in his tremulous hand, and suddenly seized with confusion, he was turning away, when | O17 CoOnnicooolKs (FO)