Six Women by Victoria Cross
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advantage than the loose suit she had seen him in hitherto. His
long neck carried his fine, spirited head erect, and the masses of thick, black hair, with just the least wave in it, shone in the lamplight. His well-cut face, with its gay animation and charming, debonair, unaffected expression, made a kingly and perfect picture to the girl's dazzled eyes. As they took their places and their soup was served, she could not detach her gaze from his face. He laughed as he looked at her. "Come, you must be hungry. Take your soup while it's hot; don't waste your time looking at me." "Sahib, I cannot help looking at you. You are so wonderful to me! Please give me leave to. I do not want any soup." Hamilton, who by this time had finished his own, leant back in his chair and laughed again, looking at her with eyes blazing with mirth and passion. This innocent, genuine admiration was very pleasing to him in its flattery; this worship offered to himself, rather than his gifts, was something new to him, and the girl's beauty sent all the fires of life in quick streams through his frame as he looked on it. He was alive for the first time in his existence, and filled with a surprised happiness as great as the girl's. He was as virgin to joy as she was to love. "You are the dearest little girl I ever knew," he said; "but if you won't take soup, you must eat fish. Yes, I positively refuse you my permission to look at me till you have finished that whole plate." |
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