14/26 To do so she had to pass near him, and as she approached he instinctively got up, holding his drawing in one hand. Her hair was dark and dense; she was a strikingly handsome girl. "You were so--so beautiful." She stopped, looking at him more directly than ever; and she looked at his sketch, which he held out toward her. At the sketch, however, she only glanced, whereas there was observation in the eye that she bent upon Longueville. He never knew whether she had blushed; he afterward thought she might have been frightened. |