'Another
strange thing happened,' she said. 'The little beauty who kissed you
at the banquet came up to my bed, and put her arms around me and
caressed and fondled me and said she loved me because I was so
beautiful, and her little white arms seemed to choke me, and I
struggled for breath and floundered out of bed, and she kissed me and
said I was a darling and tripped away, and--I fainted.'"
"Mr. Nevius, that isn't nice," protested Miss Landbury.
"Lover said urgent business called him out of town. He would go to
Precious. Glory was getting freakish, queer. Precious never had
visions. She was not notionate. She just loved him and was content.
So he went to her. She dimpled at him adoringly, and led him out to
her bower of roses, and sat on his knee and stroked his eyes with her
pink finger tips, and he kissed the little curl over her left ear and
thought she was worth a dozen tempestuous Glories. But suddenly she
caught her breath and leaned forward. He spoke to her, but she did not
hear. Her face was colorless and her white lips were parted fearfully.
For she saw a lovely, radiant, queenly woman, magnificently gowned, the
center of a throng of people, and Lover was beside her, his face
flushed with pride, his eyes shining with admiration.
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