'
'Ah, the egotism of love!' I exclaimed. 'You mean, Winnie, that
expression which my unlucky eyes had lost when we met upon the sands
after our childhood was passed.'
'But which love,' said she, 'love of Winnie, sorrow for the loss of
Winnie, have brought back, increased a thousandfold, till it gives me
pain and yet a delicious pain to look into them. Oh, Henry, I can't
go on; I really can't, if you look--'
She burst into tears.
When she got calmer she proceeded.
'It was only in the expression of your eyes that he resembled you.
He was much older, and wore spectacles. He, on his part, gave a start
when he looked into my eyes. It seemed to me that he had been
expecting to see something in them which he did not find there, and
was a little disappointed. I then heard voices in the room, which was
evidently, from the sound of the voices, a large room, and I looked
round. I saw that there was another couch close to mine, but nearly
hidden from view by a large screen between the two couches. Evidently
a woman was lying on the other couch, for I could see her feet; she
was a tall woman, for her feet reached out much beyond my own.
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