Her features were not "faultlessly
regular," but they were informed with the finer harmonies of her
character. She was a woman, at whose feet a noble man might kneel,
lay his forehead on her knee, confess his sins, and be pardoned.
She stepped down to the platform, and Betty's arms were about her.
After a double embrace she gently disengaged herself, turned to
Leonard, gave him her hand, and said, with a smile which was
delightfully frank and cordial: "I will not wait for Betty's
introduction, Mr. Rambo. She has talked to me so much of her
brother Harry, that I quite know you already."
Leonard could neither withdraw his eyes nor his hand. It was like
a double burst of warmth and sunshine, in which his breast seemed
to expand, his stature to grow, and his whole nature to throb with
some new and wonderful force. A faint color came into Miss
Bartram's cheeks, as they stood thus, for a moment, face to face.
She seemed to be waiting for him to speak, but of this he never
thought; had any words come to his mind, his tongue could not have
uttered them.
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