Her method was as complete and rounded out as herself.
Jove! as she bent over that child she was a nymph that would turn the head of a Greek." "She has evidently turned the head of a Cyprian," laughed one of his friends.
"Come, that's putting it too strong," said the man, with a frown.
"I'll affect no airs, though.

I'm not a saint, as you all know, but the aspect of that girl, in her self-forgetful effort, might well make me wish I were one.

She is as good and pure-hearted as the child she saved.

If there had been a flaw in the white marble of her nature she would have been self-conscious.

An angel from heaven couldn't have been more absorbed in the one impulse to save." Graydon had approached the group unobserved, and heard these words.
He walked away, smiling, with the thought, "My sentiments, clearly expressed." The night was warm, and he saw Miss Wildmere and Arnault going out for a stroll.