The mere fact that both her long, ivory hands enfolded mine thrilled me.
I wondered if it were possible that she could be unaware of her loveliness.

Beautiful people are thrilling to me, and Mrs.MacNairn has always seemed more so than any one else.

This is what her son once said of her: "She is not merely beautiful; she is Beauty--Beauty's very spirit moving about among us mortals; pure Beauty." She drew me to a chair under her tree, and we sat down together.

I felt as if she were glad that I had come.

The watching look I had seen in her son's eyes was in hers also.