His Other Wife: A Novel — page 44: what you’re looking at

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36 : “THE DEAD LIVES.” y young barrister to flush: to the roots of his hair with con- tempt for his insane speculations on the subject. He even took a grim satisfaction in the fast approaching sep- aration that would put half a continent between him and the fateful loveliness that he now knew was poison to his moral being if, after this self-examination, he should con- tinue to expose himself to its power. He had about reached this point in his reflections, when the white paling around the lawn in front of the villa greeted his sight, and quickened the beat of his heart so that he felt faint. A few steps farther showed him Leda leaning over the low wicket gate awaiting him. Be sure that vision did not conduce much to calming his agitation. He had never thought her so fair as now—the pale, rosy tints of the evening chastened the fervid warmth of her splendid beauty, where she stood with her arms crossed over the top of the gate. - Some soft, silky fabric of turquois blue draped her grand figure, and left her arms bare to the elbow, and her throat exposed; a cluster of late roses fastened back her hair, and their pink petals seemed pale beside the deep flush on her cheek as she held out her hands to Warren over the closed gate. ‘*You are late this evening,” she a half ae: iy | had begun to fear you would not come.’ A glad word of thanks for her sweet impatience to see ” him rose from the tumultuous heart of the young man, Eomicbooks: (E(@) =|