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"She is the one with the eyelashes."
"I have eyelashes--so have you," looking down at hers with a very
taking expression. Hers were in fact nice ones.
"But ours are not two inches long and they don't make a big soft
circle round our eyes when we look at anyone."
"Please look up and let me see," said Donal. "When I asked you to
dance with me I thought--"
What a "way" he had, Sara Studleigh was thinking. But "perhaps it
WAS the eyelashes" was passing through Donal's mind. Very noticeable
eyelashes were rather arresting.
"I knew you saw her," said Sara Studleigh, "because I have happened
to be near two or three people this evening when they caught their
first sight of her."
"What happens to them?" asked Donal Muir.
"They forget where they are," she laughed, "and don't say anything
for a few seconds."
"I should not want to forget where I am. It wouldn't be possible
either," answered Donal. ("But that was it," he thought. "For a
minute I forgot.")
One should not dance with one girl and talk to her about another.
Wisely he led her to other subjects. The music was swinging through
the air performing its everlasting miracle of swinging young souls
and pulses with it, the warmed flowers breathed more perceptible
scent, sweet chatter and laughter, swaying colour and glowing eyes
concentrated in making magic. This beautiful young man's pulses
only beat with the rest--as one with the pulse of the Universe.
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