No, I perceived to
my astonishment that the flash of the eyes was not of alarm, but of
greeting to me--pleasure at seeing me! She came close to the water,
and then I saw a smile on her face through the misty film--a flash of
shining teeth.
'May I come?' she said.
'Yes, Winifred,' I gasped, scarcely knowing what I said in my
surprise and joy.
She came slipping round the pool, and in a few seconds was by my
side. Her clothes were saturated with last night's rain, but though
she looked very cold, she did not shiver, a proof that she had not
lain down on the hills, but had walked about during the whole night.
There was no wildness of the maniac--there was no idiotic stare. But
oh the witchery of the gaze!
If one could imagine the look on the face of a wanderer from the
cloud-palaces of the sylphs, or the gaze in the eyes of a statue
newly animated by the passion of the sculptor who had fashioned it,
or the smile on the face of a wondering Eve just created upon the
earth--any one of these expressions would, perhaps, give the idea
of that on Winifred's face as she stood there.
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