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A Lady of Quality | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
In which Sir John Oxon finds again a trophy he had lost |
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"Ay!" said Clorinda, "would God that he were gone!" But that he was not, for when she entered the assembly that night he was standing near the door as though he lay in waiting for her, and his eyes met hers with a leaping gleam, which was a thing of such exultation that to encounter it was like having a knife thrust deep into her side and through and through it, for she knew full well that he could not wear such a look unless he had some strength of which she knew not. This gleam was in his eyes each time she found herself drawn to them, and it seemed as though she could look nowhere without encountering his gaze. He followed her from room to room, placing himself where she could not lift her eyes without beholding him; when she walked a minuet with a royal duke, he stood and watched her with such a look in his face as drew all eyes towards him. "'Tis as if he threatens her," one said. "He has gone mad with disappointed love." |
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