Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 253: what you’re looking at

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244 A LIVING SAINT. priest, evidently, to judge from his dress, sank into his place and drew a bear robe over him. “‘It would be dread- ful if you were to take more cold this wretched night. If we only need not have come!”’ ‘Tam quite comfortable, my daughter,’ tered answer from the depths of the fur. ‘‘There, there keep the rest, you’ve nearly smothered me and left noth- ’ was the mut- ing for yourself.’’ But she busied herself over him in the tender, affec- tionate fashion so natural with women toward those they care for, until he once more protested. Then bestowing a final look to see that his shoulders were well protected from the draughts, she finally dropped into a seat. Some women have the faculty of unconsciously assum- ing graceful positions under all circumstances, and so the silent passenger at the other end of the omnibus told him- self, as Miss Delmar took her place opposite the priest, where she could watch him carefully. And so weak and infirm did he appear, that this solicitude was, perhaps, not unnecessary on such a dismal journey. She sat where the rays of the candle fell directly upon her, and Dick could see that she was pale and very slender. Around her shoulders was thrown a mantle of sealskin, which brought out yet more distinctly the clear skin and deep brilliancy of the darkly shaded eyes. The sweet, serious curve of the mouth, which had first at- tracted him to her, was more pronounced than ever, and with a slight contraction at his heart, Dick could not but acknowledge that the past three years had only added to her loveliness. “She has the face of an angel,’’ he murmured, as he feasted his eyes hungrily upon her, (EOMMIE NCO KS, (EO)