Excess of excitement
bade the blooming Winnie seek repose, and quiet reigned triumphant at
Santon Mansion; yet there was one who seemed to have forgotten that the
morning follows so close upon the evening. The Sea-flower had lingered
among the last to say adieu, and now, in her own apartment, she had sunk
into a chair, the delicate pearls still encircling her sunny tresses,
vieing in purity with her fair complexion; her eyes were fixed on
vacancy, and she was not aware that the morning was peeping in upon her,
till started from her reveries by her own gentle sighs.
And what spell is this that so usurps the calm, usually characteristic
of her nature? We have a vague suspicion as to what it may be, yet she
is all innocent of the source from which these new feelings have sprung;
even the last low words of Delwood, which are still sounding in her ear,
do not lead her to mistrust, and we leave her, as the fringed eyelids at
last droop in repose, to take a peep at our hero, who is only distant a
few squares from the gentle one, who, he feels, as he sits by the
gas-light, made pallid by the dawn of day, is all the world to him.
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