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Chapter 19

           Shewassuchaquietgracefulcreature,soslightanddainty,soperfectlyunaffectedandsimpleinmanner,thatasIthoughtoftheslaughteringarticleIhadwrittenagainstherworkIfeltlikealowbrutewhohadbeenstoningachild.Andyet—afterallitwashergeniusIhated—theforceandpassionofthatmysticqualitywhichwhereveritappears,compelstheworld’sattention—thiswasthegiftshehadthatIlackedandcoveted.MovedbythemostconflictingsensationsIgazedabstractedlyoutontheshadyoldgarden—IheardLucioconversingontriflingmattersofsocietyandliteraturegenerally,andeverynowandthenherbrightlaughrangoutlikealittlepealofbells.SoonIfelt,ratherthansaw,thatshewaslookingsteadilyatme—andturning,Imethereyes—deepdenseblueeyes,candidlygraveandclear.

           "IsthisyourfirstvisittoWillowsmereCourt?"sheasked.

           "Yes,"Ianswered,makinganefforttoappearmoreatmyease—"Iboughttheplace—ontherecommendationofmyfriendtheprincehere—withoutlookingatit."

           "SoIheard,"—shesaid,stillobservingmecuriously—"Andyouaresatisfiedwithit?"

           "Morethansatisfied—Iamdelighted.Itexceedsallmybestexpectations."

           "MrTempestisgoingtomarrythedaughteroftheformerownerofWillowsmere,"—putinLucio—"Nodoubtyouhaveseenitannouncedinthepapers?"

           "Yes;"—sherespondedwithaslightsmile—"Ihaveseenit—andIthinkMrTempestismuchtobecongratulated.

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