Ugly? David ugly?
Why, he was BEAUTIFUL!
Suddenly her head dropped upon her arms, now resting on David's
manuscript; she sobbed.
"Oh, Davy,--Davy, I wish you were here! I wish you were here now!"
The creaking of the stairs startled her. She half arose and stared
at the open door, expecting to see--the ghost! Goose-flesh crept
out all over her. The ghost that people said came to--
The very corporeal presence of Courtney Thane appeared in the
doorway.
For many seconds she was stupefied. She could see his lips moving,
she knew he was speaking, she could see his smile as he approached,
and yet only an unintelligible mumble came to her ears.
"--and so I cut across the field and ventured in where angels do
not fear to tread," were the first words that possessed any degree
of coherency for her.
She hastily thrust the precious manuscript into the drawer. He
stopped several feet away and looked about the room curiously, his
gaze coming back to her after a moment. The light of the candles
was full on her face.
"Well, of all the queer places," he said. "What in the world brings
you here? I thought no one ever entered this house, Alix."
"I have not been inside this house in ten years," she said, struggling
for control of herself. "I came today to--to look for some papers
that were left here. I was on the point of leaving when you came
up.
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