Meantime the interest he felt in his girl-pupil deepened greatly. She
became a kind of study to him. The expression of her countenance was far
inferior to her intelligence and power of thought. It was still to excess—almost
dull in ordinary; not from any fault in the mould of the features, except,
perhaps, in the upper lip, which seemed deficient in drawing, if I may be
allowed the expression; but from the absence of that light which indicates
the presence of active thought and feeling within. In this respect her
face was like the earthen pitcher of Gideon: it concealed the light. She
seemed to have, to a peculiar degree, the faculty of retiring inside. But
now and then, while he was talking to her, and doubtful, from the lack of
expression, whether she was even listening with attention to what he was
saying, her face would lighten up with a radiant smile of intelligence;
not, however, throwing the light upon him, and in a moment reverting to
its former condition of still twilight. Her person seemed not to be as yet
thoroughly possessed or informed by her spirit. It sat apart within her;
and there was no ready transit from her heart to her face. This lack of
presence in the face is quite common in pretty school-girls and rustic
beauties; but it was manifest to an unusual degree in the case of
Margaret. Yet most of the forms and lines in her face were lovely; and
when the light did shine through them for a passing moment, her
countenance seemed absolutely beautiful. Hence it grew into an almost
haunting temptation with Hugh, to try to produce this expression, to
unveil the coy light of the beautiful soul. Often he tried; often he
failed, and sometimes he succeeded. Had they been alone it might have
become dangerous—I mean for Hugh; I cannot tell for Margaret.
When they first met, she had just completed her seventeenth year; but, at
an age when a town-bred girl is all but a woman, her manners were those of
a child. This childishness, however, soon began to disappear, and the
peculiar stillness of her face, of which I have already said so much, made
her seem older than she was.
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