She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. ’ ‘So that you may interest yourself in my affairs even more?’ ‘Then I will go with you,’ he offered. 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. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it.
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