"Hist!" exclaimed Jack. Wood, with a look meant to
reduce her supposed rival to the dust. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. Winifred's
features would have been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if
they had not been slightly marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes
spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain
in the smoothest complexion. What the editor had to say none of the three cared just then. “Ever yours,
“ANNABEL. ”
He recognized the force, almost the passion, which trembled in her tone, and he
at once abandoned the subject. And behind—
there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks
burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. He
regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes.
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