A Knight of the Nineteenth CenturyRoe, Edward Payson
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A Knight of the Nineteenth Century
Roe, Edward Payson
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Thus far he had not attained a moral and intellectual culture which
enabled him even to idealize so beautiful and perfect a creature. She
was not a saint in the mystical or imaginative sense of the word, but,
as a queen reigning by the divine right of her surpassing loveliness and
grace in even Hillaton's exclusive society, she was practically as far
removed from him as if she were an ideal saint existing only in a
painter's haunted imagination.
Nature had dowered Laura Romeyn very richly in the graces of both person
and mind; but many others are equally favored. Her indescribable charm
arose from the fact that she was very receptive in her disposition. She
had been wax to receive, but marble to retain. Therefore, since she had
always lived and breathed in an atmosphere of culture, refinement, and
Christian faith, her character had the exquisite beauty and fragrance
which belongs to a rare flower to which all the conditions of perfect
development have been supplied. Although the light of her eye was
serene, and her laugh as clear and natural as the fall of water, there
was a nameless something which indicated that her happy, healthful
nature rested against a dark background of sorrow and trial, and was
made the richer and more perfect thereby.
Her self-forgetfulness was contagious. The beautiful girl did not look
from one to another of the admiring circle for the sake of picking up a
small revenue of flattery. From a native generosity she wished to give
pleasure to her guests; from a holy principle instilled into her nature
so long ago that she was no longer conscious of it, she wished to do
them good by suggesting only such thoughts as men associate with pure,
good women; and from an earnest, yet sprightly mind, she took a genuine
interest herself in the subjects on which they were conversing.
By her tact, and with Mrs. Arnot's efficient aid, she drew all into the
current of their talk. The three other young men who were Mrs. Arnot's
guests that evening were manly fellows, and had come to treat Haldane
with cordial respect. Thus for a time he was made to forget all that had
occurred to cloud his life. He found that the presence of Laura kindled
his intellect with a fire of which he had never been conscious before.
His eyes flashed sympathy with every word she said, and before he was
aware he, too, was speaking his mind with freedom, for he saw no
chilling repugnance toward him in the kindly light of her deep blue
eyes. She led him to forget himself and his past so completely that he,
in the excitement of argument, inadvertently pronounced his own doom. In
answer to the remark of another, he said:
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