His Other Wife: A Novel — page 22: what you’re looking at

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14 SLEEPING BEAUTY. cient for the heart-peace of the tireless student, who knew few other paths than the one which led from his widowed mother’s cottage to the office of Croft & Warren, counselors- at-law. 3 To good Dame Warren her ‘‘ brave laddie” had not his. equal in all the width of the world, but much I doubt if | other women would have said so much of his outer man. . A tall, spare, vigorous frame, with enough of supple grace and practical strength to give his physique a somewhat formidable aspect; a well-poised head, that sat haughtily on his broad shoulders; clear, large eyes, with a look of eternal calm in them; heavy black eyebrows, that almost met over a straight nose; a firm, chaste mouth, lightly shrouded by a very black mustache that intensified the sallow paleness of his complexion, made up the personnel of our hero—Dame Warren’s and mine, dear reader— _ yours hereafter, if you will. With all this depth of coloring and sharpness of outline, there was a passionless repose about him that won Gordon Warren the reputation of a cold, stern man. Perhaps his mother alone knew that he carried a warm, loving heart in his breast. Not much of it showed on the surface, but one might easily see that the resolute quiet on his face was like the calm that may rest on a sea full of terrors. Lucerne lay three miles beyond the city. Thither Mr. Warren proceeded afoot along the shady road, hedged with magnolia and live-oak trees of great size. The fervid haze of a warm September afternoon gilded the tops of the Comicbooks: (E(@)