22/50 She read the composition many times, and with many thoughts. It did not enchant her; presently she felt it to be dull and prosy--anything but the ideal of a love-letter, even at this early stage. He was old, and looked still older to a casual eye. He had a stiff dry way, and already had begun to show how precise and exacting he could be. A year or two ago the image of such a man would have repelled her. |