Violet Lisle — page 19: what you’re looking at

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ne GUY DARLINGTON. 13 scorned it. She was frankly sorry that she was to see no _ more of the gay and handsome Guy Darlington. “ff do not regret telling you of the loose plank.” “And you do not regret the time you have wasted talk- ing with me?” _ “No, I am glad to have met you. You are the first & gentleman besides my father 1 have ever talked with, and it has been very pleasant.” ' How innocent and pure she was! j “Will you tell me your name?” he asked, in a low - voice. “Violet,” she answered, and looking up their eyes met. r¢ Violet, ” he repeated, softly, ‘ ‘and my name is Guy.” “Guy,” ‘she repeated under her breath, and his heart gaveagreat leap. . He wondered ever after why it was that he did not then ery out the words that crowded to his lips—”" Violet, | love you!” As it was he was dumb, and wondered at himself for it. It seemed a long time that neither of them spoke, for she, ° too, was as if undera spell, though the words had not come to her as to him, and she was in a sort of maze at her own tumultuous feelings. ~ Good-by, then,” she said at last, and slowly as if she did not like to go. _ Then he sought about for some excuse to detain her longer, and his eye fell on the sketch-book, and he said: * Have you been sketching ?” “‘T have begun a sketch of the old abbey,” she answered. “ May I look at it?” he asked, and she frankly handed the book to him. He turned the leaves slowly, looking at each sketch and seeing none of them, for his mind was full of her. When he came to the last page and saw only a broken out- line a light of joy jumped into his eye, and he said: “You will have to go again.” “Oh, yes, I shall go every afternoon until it is finished. Idid not accomplish much this afternoon; J was inter- rupted,” and she blushed when she thought of what the interruption had been. The thought of Martin’s offer of his hand had not made her blush before, and she found herself wondering vaguely why it should do so now. But Guy thought nothing of the blush. He gave her back her book, and took her hand, and said good-by with such aJdook:ef kepe: MiG weca that aha swondered at it