In Sight of St. Paul's — page 98: what you’re looking at

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HEART TO HEART. 93 ‘‘Always, Tom! The truth is mirrored in your eyes. ‘This,’ pointing to the glass, ‘‘only shows the © face, your face reflects your heart.’” ‘“Does it?’’ cried Tom, the blood surging through his veins, his brain on fire with the happiness he now felt was within his grasp. ‘*Then, look again, and see what else it says.’’ He took both her hands in his, and drew her un- resistingly toward him. “Hush! Not a word!’’ he continued, with the ut- most tenderness. ‘‘Look me now in the eyes. You say the truth isin them. Look closer; for my eyes reflect the whispers in my heart. Whispers? No! Voices! Voices loud and strong, and full of joy. Voices that say, ‘You love Aileen! you love Aileen!’ “Tell us, does she love you?’ How shall I reply to the voices? Aileen, darling, give my heart its an- swer !”? With a lovely rose flush tinting the delicate oval of her cheek, and her eyes shining with that light that never was on land or sea, Aileen gently released one of her hands, and stretched it out for the mirror. She held the glass up again in front of both of them. ‘What do you see now, Tom?’ she murmured. A little bird in Tom’s bosom was singing a very pzean of ecstasy. Eomicbooks. co m