His Other Wife: A Novel — page 160: what you’re looking at

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152 A SISTER OF CHARITY. Her vain heart waxed glad within her as she thought on the possibilities that lay before her in the frequent recur- rence of mornings like the present. _What should hinder the spell of her beauty with hours like this at her dis- posal? The musical droning of the golden bees among the lime boughs, the chirp of happy birds in the outer air, only enhanced the deep hush within the chamber; and Leda could hear the loud throbs of her eager heart as it pulsed in unison to her passionate hopes. She would go away now, that when he waked he should miss and want the soft glories of her loveliness. With noiseless motion she rose, and, bending over the sleeper, touched his dark locks with her lips that were quivering like wind-blown roses. He stirred nervously, as if nis frame had felt the light contact, but did not waken till long after. It was the aged, white-haired Dame War- ren that he saw seated in the arm-chair before him, instead of Leda’s royal presence. And, man-like, he sighed. Eomicbooks:¢o - 5