BARBARA
question that is forever on my lips, in my eyes and heart?”
She looked around at him, her clear eyes smiling up with an expression he could not fathom. The level brows were calm and judicial—the eyes, though smiling, were cognizant and searching.
“The lips—yes, Stephen,” said she, in a tantalizing way; “the eyes—a little, perhaps; but the heart”—she dropped her eyes and turned her head away—“the heart of man is a mystery.”
But Captain Ferrers was undaunted. He took in his the hand that hung at her side.
“Why, Barbara,” he said, “have I not given you all my devotion? Can you not learn—”
She drew a little away from him.
“I am but a dumb scholar.”
“Then do not add deafness to your failings. Listen to me. I have asked you again and again the same question. Answer me now, Barbara. Promise me that you will—”
She had turned around and faced him, looking him full in the eyes.
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