She was bewilderingly beautiful; all his thoughts of her had
been far below this intimate observation. Not that he analyzed or
tabulated her charms--that would have been like pulling a rose to
pieces. He only knew that her every glance and word and movement
revealed a new personal grace. He only felt that her dress so daintily
plain and neat and her simplicity and natural candor were the visible
signs of a clear and limpid nature such as gods and men must love.
It was easy for Harry to tell her his love and his wishes. She
understood him at once, and with sweet shy glances answered those two or
three questions which are so generally whispered to a woman's heart and
which hold the secret of her life and happiness. In this wonderful
explanation the hour given was all too short, and Harry was just
beginning to plead for an immediate marriage so that they might see the
world together when Lugur entered the room and said it was the hour at
which they usually closed the--
Harry did not let him finish his request.
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