The sunshine--it was
morning--fell on her head as she bent over her needles, and
emphasised that peculiar bloom of gold which (you may have noticed)
her brown locks possess. Her lashes, too, as they drooped upon a
cheek pale (as I could perceive) beyond its wont, had a glimmer of
the same golden tint. Altogether I thought her more beautiful than I
ever imagined; and to this day," he added in an outburst of
confidence, "I frequently decoy her to a seat in the sunlight, that I
may taste a renewal of the sensations I enjoyed that morning.
Some day, perhaps, you will be better able to sympathise with this
caprice.
"I had been lying thus for some time, luxuriously drinking in her
loveliness, when her eyes lifted and met mine. And then--well, I can
hardly tell you what happened then, except that I do not believe a
word was spoken on either side. I suppose our eyes had told enough.
Anyhow, the next thing I remember is that my dear girl's head was on
my breast, and one arm flung across the pillow that supported my
head. I have a dim recollection, too, of trying to smooth her hair,
and finding my strength too feeble even for that. That is all, I
think; except that we were ludicrously happy, of course--Tamsin
smiling with moist eyes, while I lay still and let the joy of it
trickle in my veins.
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