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Show Deeper and more vibrant, the woman within sent the cry of her heart into the night, where the only one who could answer it stood watching the shadow of the moon on the sun-dtal and the spangled cobwebs on the grass. He picked a rose, put it into his button-hole, and turned toward the house. A hushed sound, as of rustling silk, made him pause, then, at the head of the path, where another joined it, Isabel appeared, with white roses in her hair and the moon shining full upon her face. The spangles on her gown caught the light and broke it into a thousand tiny rainbows, surrounding her with faint iridescence. The old, immortal hunger surged into his veins, the world-old joy made his senses reel. He steadied himself for a moment, then went to her, with his arms outstretched in pleading. "Oh, Silver Girl," he whispered, huskily. "My Silver Girl! Tell me you 'II shine for me always!" :an :Encbantel> bour 177 c:m:~r :-t r.o..t-b..a l The last chord ceased, full of yearning that was almost prayer. Then Isabel, cold as mar-ble and passionless as snow, lifted her face for his betrothal kiss. |
