"It
is - it must be the same!"
"I have no doubt of it," said Hubert. "The same what?"
"Did you not come from France - from Dijon, recently?" went on
Leoline, rather inappositely, as it struck her hearer.
"Certainly I came from Dijon. Had I the honor of being known to
you there?"
"How strange! How wonderful!" said Leoline, with a paling cheek
and quickened breathing. "How mysterious those things turn out I
Thank Heaven that I have found some one to love at last!"
This speech, which was Greek, algebra, high Dutch, or
thereabouts, to Master Hubert, caused him to stare to such an
extent, that when he came to think of it afterward, positively
shocked him. The two great, wondering dark eyes transfixing her
with so much amazement, brought Leoline to a sense of her talking
unfathomable mysteries, quite incomprehensible to her handsome
auditor. She looked at him with a smile, held out her hand; and
Hubert received a strange little electric thrill, to see that her
eyes were full of tears. He took the hand and raised it to his
lips, wondering if the young lady, struck by his good looks, had
conceived a rash and inordinate attack of love at first sight,
and was about to offer herself to him and discard Sir Norman for
ever.
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