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’
‘But where then is Gosse?’ demanded Melusine. ” He was
slightly tipsy. She never questioned the motives of the characters;
she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did
correct his lapses in colour. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence,
the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for
perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all
combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her,
and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for
some time. Am I mistaken? Is
your heart mine?"
"It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. But her temper almost flared
again when the sergeant spoke.
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