Large gray eyes, with a wonderful
light in them, under dark lashes and darker brows; a complexion that had
a dusky pallor, a delicate semi-transparent olive-tint that one seldom
sees out of a Spanish picture; a sweet rosy mouth, and a piquant little
nose of no particular order, made up the catalogue of this young lady's
charms. But in a face worth looking at there is always a something that
cannot be put into words; and the brightest and best attributes of this
face were quite beyond translation. It was a face one might almost call
"splendid"--there was such a light and glory about it at some moments.
Gilbert Fenton thought so to-night, as he saw it in the full radiance of
the western sunlight, the lips parted as the girl sang, the clear gray
eyes looking upward.
She was not alone: a portly genial-looking old man stood by her side, and
accompanied her to the church-porch when the hymn was over. Here they
both lingered a moment to shake hands with Mrs. Lister, very much to
Gilbert Fenton's satisfaction. They walked along the churchyard-path
together, and Gilbert gave his sister's arm a little tug, which meant,
"Introduce me."
"My brother Mr. Fenton, Captain Sedgewick, Miss Nowell."
The Captain shook hands with Gilbert. "Delighted to know you, Mr. Fenton;
delighted to know any one belonging to Mrs.
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