"Oh, blessed Imp!"
"And now where is he?" she demanded.
"Lisbeth, I don't know."
"You don't know! Then why are you here?"
For answer I held out the letter I had found, and watched while she
read the words I could not believe.
Her hat was off, and the moon made wonderful lights in the coils of
her black hair. She was wearing an indoor gown of some thin material
that clung, boldly revealing the gracious lines of her supple figure,
and in the magic of the moon she seemed some young goddess of the
woods - tall and fair and strong, yet infinitely womanly.
Now as she finished reading she turned suddenly away, yet not before
I had seen the tell-tale colour glowing in her cheeks - a slow wave
which surged over her from brow to chin, and chin to the round, white
column of her throat.
And she said, "0 Dick, I want you so!" I read aloud.
"Oh," Lisbeth murmured.
"Lisbeth, is it true?"
She stood with her face averted, twisting the letter in her fingers.
"Lisbeth!" I said, and took a step nearer. Still she did not speak,
but her hands came out to me with a swift, passionate gesture, and
her eyes looked into mine; and surely none were ever more sweet,
with the new shyness in their depths and the tears glistening
on their lashes.
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