But beyond
a fluctuating flush in her fair cheek, a dilation of her blue eyes, a
flutter of those eyelids which he had always esteemed a special point of
her beauty, being so smooth, so full, so darkly lashed, she conserved an
ostensible calm, although she felt the glance of his eye as sensitively
as red hot steel. But he--as he dropped the hand of his hostess and
advanced toward her guest--in one moment his fictitious composure
deserted him. For this was not the widow in weeds whom he had expected to
see, not the woman of whom he had trained himself to think, when he must
needs think of her at all, as another man's wife. This was his own fair
Past, the unfulfilled promise of his future, the girl he had adored, the
ideal wife whom he had worshipped in his cherished dreams! Just as always
heretofore, she stood now, so fresh, so fair, so candid-seeming, wearing
her white serge gown with her usual distinction, a spray of golden-rod
fastened in her mass of yellow hair that glowed with a sheen of differing
gold.
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