The Bride Elect: or, The Doom of the Double Roses — page 154: what you’re looking at

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> ‘THE BRIDE ELECT | 145 face, and her generous sisterly devotion spoke out in her | whispered entreaty: ‘“Don’t, guardie—don’t judge her. She hasn’t seen us et.” ‘“‘She’ll not complain of that long,” vowed the captain, arranging himself so as to face her directly, and resuming his survey. If Captain Drummond had been a keen physiologist, he would have been tén times more amazed at the changing expressions of that lovely face than he was, deep as was his astonishment. ‘T’here was no shadow of apprehension or uneasiness—no sign ever so artfully vailed of hidden fear, to be traced in my lady’s glances, as now and again she swept a quiet gaze round the majestic building, and marked here a face to be studied, there a painted window to admire. She had been here in this church long ago with her guardian, when little Florice came up the aisle, holding her hand and looking over the pew-doors with wide, childish eyes, and they had sat in this very seat where now he and the shadow of that former laughing. Florice were sitting to-day. Did that by-gone memory of purer days flit back to my lady’s thoughts, as idly her eyes roamed about and fastened on central points of interest? There was an indescribable change in her appearance, the watchful captain marked, but failed to define it. It seemed as if an impalpable vail had been thrown daintily over the vivid display of feelings which were wont | to sparkle on Glencora Calvert’s features. «“Small marvel in that,” thought the captain, scorningly. ‘¢Dissimulation is her daily: food, and she must have been a finished actress before she left us.” There was a bland, even honeyed expression about her — mouth and brow, which, taken in connection with her large, careless, arch eyes, was indescribably fascinating, and every queenly movement asserted easy independence and much vivacity of character. ‘“‘How can she keep it up?” wondered straightforward Anthony. ‘‘She must be asorceress. Why, if I’d never seen that woman before, Id swear she was radiantly My Lady Tresilyan turned her sumptuous head, and every cunning spray of simulated dew-drops on her marvelous Gomichbooks, co