The Palace of Darkened Windows by Mary Hastings Bradley
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A trifle startled, the girl looked up at him. As he was not looking
at her, but staring moodily into what was then black vacancy, her look lingered and deepened. She saw a most bronzed and hardy looking young man, tall and broad-shouldered, with gray eyes, wide apart under straight black brows, and black hair brushed straight back from a wide forehead. She saw a rugged nose, a likeable mouth, and an abrupt and aggressive chin, saved somehow from grimness by a deep cleft in the blunt end of it.... She thought he was a very _stirring_ looking young man. Undoubtedly he was a very sudden young man--if he meant one bit of what he intimated. Feminine-wise, she mocked. "What a calamity!" "Yes, for me," said Billy squarely. "You know it's--it's awfully jolly to meet a girl from home out here!" "A girl from _home_----!" "Well, all America seems home from this place. And I shouldn't be surprised if we knew a lot of the same people ... You can get a good line on me that way, you know," he laughed. "Now I went to Williams and then to Boston Tech., and there must be acquaintances----" "Don't!" said Arlee, with a laughing gesture of prohibition. "We probably have thousands of the same acquaintances, and you would turn out to be some one I knew everything about--perhaps the first fiancé of my roommate whose letters I used to help her answer." |
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