67/103 "He knows that too, as we all know it--we all know it--at the bottom of our hearts." And with that she laughed--the soft, sweet laugh of Love triumphant--and lay back again by her sister's side. He was late that morning, and, contrary to custom, was skimming through the paper at the same time. But the paragraph brought both occupations to an abrupt standstill. He stared at the sheet for a few moments as if he thought it was bewitched. His brown face reddened, and he looked as if he were about to say something. |