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Chapter 12

           Deardearme!"andheheavedashorttroubledsigh—"Sheusedtobeoneofthebrightestofwomen!"

           "ThesweetCountess!"murmuredMissChesneywithpatronizingtenderness—"Sheisquitelovelystill!"

           LadySibylglancedatherwithasuddenhaughtyfrownwhichshowedmeplainlywhatarebellioustempertheyoungbeautyheldincontrol;andIfellstraightwaymoreinlove—accordingtomyideaoflove—thanever.IconfessIlikeawomantohaveacertainamountoftemper.Icannotendureyourpreternaturallyamiablefemalewhocanfindnothinginallthelengthorbreadthoftheglobetomovehertoanyotherexpressionthanafatuoussmile.Ilovetoseethedanger-flashinbrighteyes—thedelicatequiverofprideinthelinesofalovelymouth,andthewarmflushofindignationonfaircheeks.Itallsuggestsspirit,anduntamedwill;androusesinamantheloveofmasterythatisborninhisnature,urginghimtoconquerandsubduethatwhichseemsunconquerable.Andallthedesireofsuchconquestwasstrongwithinme,whenatthecloseofdinnerIroseandheldthedooropenfortheladiestopassoutoftheroom.AsthefairSibylwent,thevioletssheworeatherbosomdropped.Ipickedthemupandmademyfirstmove.

           "MayIkeepthese?"Isaidinalowtone.

           Herbreathcameandwentquickly—butshelookedstraightinmyeyeswithasmilethatperfectlycomprehendedmyhiddenmeaning.

           "Youmay!"sheanswered.

           Ibowed—closedthedoorbehindher,andsecretingtheflowers,returned,well-satisfied,tomyplaceattable.

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