Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . ive face was turned tohers. Im not in the least a scoffer,though; pray believe that. Its just thatI— he hesitated. Do you remember alittle verse: £ Although I enter not,Yet round about the spot Sometimes I hover,And at the sacred gateWith longing eyes I wait,Expectant of her. Her face flushed. But, she reverted,with naivete, you said you were goingto church— But because I knew you were one ofthe women who would be sure to go!he said, positively. She rebelled. I dont look devotionalat all! But your eyes do, he declared. Theyre sug
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . ive face was turned tohers. Im not in the least a scoffer,though; pray believe that. Its just thatI— he hesitated. Do you remember alittle verse: £ Although I enter not,Yet round about the spot Sometimes I hover,And at the sacred gateWith longing eyes I wait,Expectant of her. Her face flushed. But, she reverted,with naivete, you said you were goingto church— But because I knew you were one ofthe women who would be sure to go!he said, positively. She rebelled. I dont look devotionalat all! But your eyes do, he declared. Theyre suggestive of cathedrals andbeautiful dimness, and a voice going upand up, like the Lark song of Schu-berts, dont you know! No, I dont! she said, wilfully; butshe was conscious of his eyes on her face,and angry that her cheeks flushed be-neath them. They both were silent for a little, andwhen they left Mrs. Mansteys groundsfor the uneven country road, that becameshortly, by courtesy, the village street,they had a view of the little churchwith its tiny Half-tone plate engraved by J. H. Griniley -YOU HAVE BEEN WRITING TO CHRISTOPHER, HE SAID, QUIETLY IN THE INTERESTS OF CHRISTOPHER. 275 The post-office, Farringdon explain-ed, is at the other end of the is beginning, I dare say. Shallwe wait until it is over, or post theletter now? No; after service, she agreed, andinopportunely the letter slipped fromher hand and fell, with the address down,on the grass. She stooped hurriedly, buthe was before her, and picking it up,returned it scrupulously, with the rightside down, as it had fallen. She slippedit quickly, almost guiltily, into herprayer-book. The church was small, the congregationsmaller, and the clergyman a little wearyof the empty benches. But the two facesin the Manstey pew were so bright, sovivid with the vigor of youth, that hisjaded mind freshened to meet the interestof new hearers. But neither Edith nor Farringdonlistened attentively to the sermon
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