A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Remain at the door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one in, or out. Wood. For thirty years I have lived alone; but once upon a time I lived among men. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. Bulging out more in the middle than at the two extremities, it resembled an enormous cask set on its end, —a sort of Heidelberg tun on a large scale,—and this resemblance was increased by the small circular aperture—it hardly deserved to be called a door—pierced, like the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of the structure, at some distance from the ground, and approached by a flight of wooden steps. ’ He sighed, spread his hands quite in her own manner, and fluttered his lashes. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. ” “And made you give up a political meeting,” she reminded him. Softly she rose to her feet.
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