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Excerpt: like some autumn leaf here and there just yellowing into gold, girls
whose deep grey eyes can grow tender as a dove's, or flash like the
stirred waters of a northern sea, and whose bloom can bear comparison
with the wilding rose. But few can show a face like that which upon
this day first dawned on Geoffrey Bingham to his sorrow and his hope.
It was strong and pure and sweet as the keen sea breath, and looking
on it one must know that beneath this fair cloak lay a wit as fair.
And yet it was all womanly; here was not the hard sexless stamp of the
"cultured" female. She who owned it was capable of many things. She
could love and she could suffer, and if need be, she could dare or
die. It was to be read upon that lovely brow and face, and in the
depths of those grey eyes--that is, by those to whom the book of
character is open, and who wish to study it.
But Beatrice was not thinking of her loveliness as she gazed into the
water. She knew that she was beautiful of course; her beauty was too
obvious to be over