His Other Wife: A Novel — page 138: what you’re looking at

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130 A MORTAL COMBAT. had approached them unobserved by either, and now stood quite close to Faith’s shoulder, and measuring the subtle face of Julian Vernois with his cold, quiet eye. ‘‘Oh, yes, with much pleasure,” said Faith, as she rose, with an almost eager haste, and took a long breath, asa diver does when rising out of suffocating waves. ‘There was an expression of gratitude in the bright, trustful eyes as she turned them from the dark, languid face of the creole to Warren's grave, strong countenance. ‘**Wouldn't half an hour later suit you as well, sit?” asked Vernois, with cool insolence of manner, while his olive cheek flushed with resentment of the interruption to his pastime, and his fiery glance added plainly: ‘‘ Don't you see that 7am engaging Miss Hilary’s attention ?” ‘“No,” answered Warren, emphasizing the sharp mono- syllable with one of his cold, direct looks that implied so much decision, and, as he uttered the word, he gave his arm to Faith and led her to the piano, | Vernois followed the tall, spare form with wrathful eyes, that expressed both surprise and indignation. Such con- duct on the part of a man occupying the inferior social grade of the young lawyer, seemed little short of insult to the imperious mind of Mr. Julian Vernois, who drew his lineage from the loins of Bourbon kings. Another pair of eyes than Julian’s had watched the proceeding. Leda noticed that before interrupting the /e/e-a-fele, Warren had been intently observing Faith Hilary from Eomicbooks,.¢o