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She had swung open the two wide doors, and now stood waiting for
horse and wagon to enter. With locks flying free - she wore no
bonnet - she presented a picture of ever increasing interest to
Sweetwater. Truly she was a very beautiful girl, buoyant, healthy
and sweet; as unlike as possible his preconceived notions of Miss
Challoner's humble little protegee. Her brown hair of a rich
chestnut hue, was in itself a wonder. On no head, even in the great
city he had just left, had he seen such abundance, held in such
modest restraint. Nature had been partial to this little working
girl and given her the chevelure of a queen.
But this was nothing. No one saw this aureole when once the eye
had rested on her features and caught the full nobility of their
expression and the lurking sweetness underlying her every look.
She herself made the charm and whether placed high or placed low,
must ever attract the eye and afterwards lure the heart, by an
individuality which hardly needed perfect features in which to
express itself.
Young yet, but gifted, as girls of her class often are, with the
nicest instincts and purest aspirations, she showed the elevation
of her thoughts both in her glance and the poise with which she
awaited events. Sweetwater watched her with admiration as she
superintended the unloading of the wagon and the disposal of the
various boxes on the floor within; but as nothing she said during
the process was calculated to afford the least enlightenment in
regard to their contents, he presently wearied of his inaction and
turned back towards the highway, comforting himself with the
reflection that in a few short hours he would have her to himself
when nothing but a blunder on his part should hinder him from
sounding her young mind and getting such answers to his questions
as the affair in which he was so deeply interested, demanded.
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