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and threw back a long veil； there bloomed under his glance a face of perfect beauty。 Perfect beauty is a strong expression； but I do not retrace or qualify it： as sweet features as ever the temperate clime of Albion moulded； as pure hues of rose and lily as ever her humid gales and vapoury skies generated and screened； justified； in this instance； the term。 No charm was wanting； no defect was perceptible； the young girl had regular and delicate lineaments； eyes shaped and coloured as we see them in lovely pictures； large； and dark； and full； the long and shadowy eyelash which encircles a fine eye with so soft a fascination； the pencilled brow which gives such clearness； the white smooth forehead； which adds such repose to the livelier beauties of tint and ray； the cheek oval； fresh； and smooth； the lips； fresh too； ruddy； healthy； sweetly formed； the even and gleaming teeth without flaw； the small dimpled chin； the ornament of rich； plenteous tresses—all advantages； in short； which； bined； realise the ideal of beauty； were fully hers。 I wondered； as I looked at this fair creature： I admired her with my whole heart。 Nature had surely formed her in a partial mood； and； forgetting her usual stinted step…mother dole of gifts； had endowed this； her darling； with a grand…dame’s bounty。
What did St。 John Rivers think of this earthly angel？ I naturally asked myself that question as I saw him turn to her and look at her； and； as naturally； I sought the answer to the inquiry in his countenance。 He had already withdrawn his eye from the Peri； and was looking at a humble tuft of daisies which grew by the wicket。
“A lovely evening； but late for you to be out alone；” he said； as he crushed the snowy heads of the closed flowers with his foot。
“Oh； I only came home from S…” （she mentioned the name of a large town some twenty miles distant） “this afternoon。 Papa told me you had opened your school； and that the new mistress was e； and so I put on my bon after tea； and ran up the valley to see her： this is she？” pointing to me。
“It is；” said St。 John。
“Do you think you shall like Morton？” she asked of me； with a direct and naive simplicity of tone and manner； pleasing； if child…like。
“I hope I shall。 I have many inducements to do so。”
“Did you find your scholars as attentive as you expected？”
“Quite。”
“Do you like your house？”
“Very much。”
“Have I furnished it nicely？”
“Very nicely； indeed。”
“And made a good choice of an attendant for you in Alice Wood？”
“You have indeed。 She is teachable and handy。” （This then； I thought； is Miss Oliver； the heiress； favoured； it seems； in the gifts of fortune； as well as in those of nature！ What happy bination of the plas presided over her birth； I wonder？）
“I shall e up and help you to teach sometimes；” she added。 “It will be a change for me to visit you now and then； and I like a change。 Mr。 Rivers； I have been SO gay during my stay at S…。 night； or rather this morning； I was dancing till two o’clock。 The—th regiment are stationed there since the riots； and the officers are the most agreeable men in the world： they put all our young knife…grinders and scissor merchants to shame。”
It seemed to me that Mr。 St。 John’s under lip protruded； and his upper lip curled a moment。 His mouth certainly looked a good deal pressed； and the lower part of his face unusually stern and square； as the laughing girl gave him this information。 He lifted his gaze； too； from the daisies； and turned it on her。 An unsmiling； a searching； a meaning gaze it was。 She answered it with a second laugh； and laughter well became her youth； her roses； her dimples； her bright eyes。
As he stood； mute and grave； she again fell to caressing Carlo。 “Poor Carlo loves me；” said she。 “He is not stern and distant to his friends； and if he could speak； he would not be silent。”
As she patted the dog’s head； bending with native grace before his young and austere master； I saw a glow rise to that master’s face。 I saw his solemn eye melt with sudden fire； and flicker with resistless emotion。 Flushed and kindled thus； he looked nearly as beautiful for a man as she for a woman。 His chest heaved once； as if his large heart； weary of despotic constriction； had expanded； despite the will； and made a vigorous bound for the attainment of liberty。 But he curbed it； I think； as a resolute rider would curb a rearing steed。 He responded neither by word nor movement to the gentle advances made him。
“Papa says you never e to see us now；” continued Miss Oliver； looking up。 “You are quite a stranger at Vale Hall。 He is alone this evening； and not very well： will you return with me and visit him？”
“It is not a seasonable hour to intrude on Mr。 Oliver；” answered St。 John。
“Not a seasonable hour！ But I declare it is。 It is just the hour when papa most wants pany： when the works are closed and he has no business to occupy him。 Now； Mr。 Rivers； do e。 Why are you so very shy； and so very sombre？” She filled up the hiatus his silence left by a reply of her own。
“I forgot！” she exclaimed； shaking her beautiful curled head； as if shocked at herself。 “I am so giddy and thoughtless！ Do excuse me。 It had slipped my memory that you have good reasons to be indisposed for joining in my chatter。 Diana and Mary have left you； and Moor House is shut up； and you are so lonely。 I am sure I pity you。 Do e and see papa。”
“Not to…night； Miss Rosamond； not to…night。”
Mr。 St。 John spoke almost like an automaton： himself only knew the effort it cost him thus to refuse。
“Well； if you are so obstinate； I will leave you； for I dare not stay any longer： the dew begins to fall。 Good evening！”
She held out her hand。 He just touched it。 “Good evening！” he repeated； in a voice low and hollow as an echo。 She turned； but in a moment returned。
“Are you well？” she asked。 Well might she put the question： his face was blanched as her gown。
“Quite well；” he enunciated； and； with a bow； he left the gate。 She went one way； he another。 She turned twice to gaze after him as she tripped fairy…like down the field； he； as he strode firmly across； never turned at all。
This spectacle of another’s suffering and sacrifice rapt