His Other Wife: A Novel — page 394: what you’re looking at

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386 A MEETING. ‘‘When was it ever wrong, I wonder? When you wake up in the morning it lies as smooth and shiny as mine after an hour’s brushing. Yes, you're all right—dont alter a curl—you're altogether too captivating to sult my fancy, just as you stand, Miss Hilary.” : Faith blushed and smiled, and her slender white fingers arranged the knot of pale rose silk that fastened a lace ruff at the throat of the bright blue lawn dress that she wore. Miss Godfrey was not wrong when she-called the girl +P ‘‘captivating.” It was just the word for Faith. It wasa little wonderful, too, what a change a few months in the tropics—preceded by those trying weeks of endurance, which had acted upon her nature as a forcing-glass ona plant, and brought to the light all of the subtle latent powers of womanhood, had made in the personnel of our little heroine. | The almost infantile expression that belonged to the child of sixteen, who left Lucerne that bright spring morn- ing months ago, had given. place to a look of tender and sweet maturity, not unmixed with pathos ;. for, despite her happy life with these kind. strangers, there was often a deep and yearning sadness in Faith’s heart—the sorrow of the exile longing for home and the dear faces that affec- tion, that cunningest limner, has stamped on the soul. Added to this, the soft, voluptuous climate and beauti- ful scenery of those magical latitudes lad developed both the physical and zsthet:cal nature of the girl to a sur- prising extent. =) EComicbooks: com