She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. Earles recovered his spirits. You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it. What an adventure! Of course, you'll bark your shins here and there and hit your funnybone; but the newness of everything will be something of a compensation. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye.
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