His Other Wife: A Novel — page 279: what you’re looking at

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THE WOLF AND HIS PREY. | 271 This feeling, as inexpressible as it was new to him, had invested Faith Hilary with a certain dignity, which, added to the sanctity that virgin purity exhales about itself, had protected the girl from any overtures of admiration that Gould offend her delicacy—albeit the glowing eyes of the Spaniard occasioned her an invariable sensation of dread. Diez Valasco had good blood as well as bad in his veins, and all that was good in him felt the charm of kneeling there beside that lovely maiden, with her white fluttering skirts brushing his knee, like the snowy wing of some bright angel. | He busied himself with the glass as long as possible, ‘in order to retain his posture beside her. But it seemed less pleasing to the girl; for she rose, and, letting her work slip from her lap, began to walk slowly across the narrow deck, always watching the far-away sail. Valasco’s black brows contracted. He seemed con-- scious of her avoidance, and his evil nature resented it. ‘“What harm could it have done her to be still and let me dream of happiness?” he said within his heart. Dropping the glass, he.too rose, and standing with his. back to the deck-rail, and his arms crossed over his massive chest, he watched Faith for a moment till he saw - his gaze had brought the red spot to her sunny cheek. Then he-said, the sunless half-smile showing the sharp edges of his glittering teeth : ‘‘Is madam, then, so weary of us that she welcomes: Eomicbooks: (E(@) =|