The rapid walk brought brightness to eyes and cheeks, thereby doing much
to restore that subtle air of perfect health and happiness that usually
added so much to the girl's beauty. But always was Evarne fair to
behold; her dark eyes, so large and limpid, were expressive and intense;
her lips, alluring in curves and colour, spoke to the "seeing eye" of
both kindliness and individuality. Yet she could have dispensed with all
the charm given by mental grace, and still riveted attention, for she
possessed loveliness of that type, supreme above all others, that is
independent of expression--the beauty of grace, symmetry of form, and
faultless feature. And for this she had been taught to thank--not
chance, not merely heredity, but the determination of her father.
Leopold Stornway had a passionate adoration for physical beauty,
regarding it as almost the first of virtues. And more, he was proud of
the vast importance he placed on bodily perfection, for was it not a
reverence characteristic of classic Greece? There it was--in the records
of the never-to-be-forgotten days of antiquity--that Leo found all his
chief interests. Egypt, Mesopotamia, Rome, and, above all, Greece--each
in turn had been the lands of his adoption. Pericles and Cæsar, Cyrus
and Rameses, Shalmanesur and Hiram, were the gods of his idolatry. He
knew and cared more concerning the triumphant fortunes of Semiramis; the
proceedings of Antigone or of Theseus; the adventures of Agamemnon or
Achilles, of Hector or the pious Æneas at the Siege of Troy, than he did
of the doings of those who sat in the seats of the mighty in his own
century.
The happiest time of his life had been his three years at Oxford. Almost
immediately on leaving college he married--simply because she was
beautiful as any Greek statue--a young woman considerably beneath him in
station, and possessed of an unconquerably violent temper. He knew right
well, even during the period of his deepest infatuation, that he had
found no mate for his soul. He was sadly conscious that that part of his
mind--of his spirit--that he cared for most deeply, never would--never
could--unveil itself to the scrutiny of his chosen life-long companion.
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