Infelice by Augusta Jane Evans Wilson
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at her, then shook his head.
The glare of the fire, and the mellow glow of the student's lamp fell full on the pale features, whose exceeding delicacy is rarely found outside of the carved gems of the Stosch or Albani Cabinets. On camei and marble dwell the dainty moulding of the oval cheek, the airy arched tracery of the brows, the straight, slender nose, and clearly defined cleft of the rounded chin, and nature only now and then models them as a whole, in flesh. It was the lovely face of a young girl, fair as one of the Frate's heavenly visions, but blanched by some flood of sorrow that had robbed the full tender lips of bloom, and bereft the large soft brown eyes of the gilding glory of hope. "If I ever knew, I certainly have forgotten you." "Oh--do not say so! You must recollect me; you are the only person who can identify me. Four years ago I stood here, in this room. Try to recall me." She came close to him, and he heard her quick and laboured breathing, and saw the convulsive quivering of her compressed lips. "What peculiar circumstances marked my former acquaintance with you? Your voice is quite familiar, but----" He paused, passed his hand across his eyes, and before he could complete the sentence, she exclaimed: "Am I then so entirely changed? Did you not one May morning marry in this room Minnie Merle to Cuthbert Laurance?" |
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