His Other Wife: A Novel — page 395: what you’re looking at

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A MEETING. 387 She was a little taller, very much more symmetrical, and the curves of her form were of a fuller and richer outline, the bloom on her cheek of a deeper hue, the shades of her gold-brown hair of darker tones, and the dreamful glory of her soft, womanly eye had a quality of magnetism. It. was hard to loose one’s gaze from its clear, candid look. As Faith quitted the circle of her friends to descend to the parlors, Mrs, Godfrey said to her daughters : ‘‘It’s no wonder the child creates a sensation in our social gathering, she is so wonderfully soft and lovely, like one of those Southern roses, and just as fresh and pure.” ‘¢ How I wish she belonged to us!” sighed Leila. ‘‘I’m in terror of my life every day lest we shall hear of her old guardian’s arrival, or get orders to ship her back to him.” ‘It is so sweet of her never to seem anxious or home- sick, yet I know that she often is—I can see it when the sad, far-away look comes into her eyes,” said Alice, the younger of the Godfrey sisters. While she was being thus discussed, Faith was slowly descending the broad stairway to the handsome saloon that opened upon the hall below, and where she expected to find Sir George Montfort, of whose attentions Miss Godfrey affected such envy. Indeed, Faith was by no means as ignorant as she chose to appear of the intense admiration that the young English baronet had manifested two evenings previously when she attended a soiree with her friends. Eomicbooks: (E(e)