The Hand but Not the Heart by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur
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heart-beat a quicker impulse."
"Ah! Then you have seen Miss Loring to-day?" "Yes," answered Hendrickson, in a quick, and suddenly excited manner. "I called upon her this morning, and while I sat in the parlor awaiting her appearance, who should intrude himself but that fellow Dexter. I felt like annihilating him. The look I gave him he will remember." "That was bad taste, Paul," said Mrs. Denison. "I know it. But his appearance was so untimely; and then, I had not forgotten last evening. The fellow has a world of assurance; and he carries it off with such an air--such a self-possession and easy grace! You cannot disturb the dead level of his self-esteem. To have him intruding at such a time, was more than I could bear. It completely unsettled me. Of course, when Miss Loring appeared, I was constrained, cold, embarrassed, distant--everything that was repulsive; while Dexter was as bland as a June morning--full of graceful compliments--attractive--winning. When I attempted some frozen speech, I could see a change in Miss Loring's manner, as if she had suddenly approached an iceberg; but, as often, Dexter would melt the ice away by one of his sunny smiles, and her face would grow radiant again." "You exaggerate," said Mrs. Denison. "The case admits of no exaggeration. I was too keenly alive to my own position; and saw only what was." |
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