The things we do!

Madelon's brown eyes
were the greatest charm of a face which was hardly pretty yet,
though it had the promise of beauty in after years; to liken
them to those of some dumb, soft, dark-eyed animal is to use a
trite comparison; and yet there is, perhaps, no other that so
well describes eyes such as these, which seem charged with a
meaning beyond that which their owner is able to express in
words, or is, perhaps, even conscious of. When seen in
children, they seem to contain a whole prophecy of their
future lives, and in Madelon they had probably a large share
in the powers of attraction which she undoubtedly possessed;
few could resist their mute appeal, which, child as she was,
went beyond her own thought, and touched deeper sympathies
than any she could yet have known.
There was a moment's silence after Madelon had spoken, and
then she once more turned from the window with a disappointed
air.
"Pardon, Monsieur," she said again, "but can you tell me what
time it is? Is it past eleven?"
"It is more than half-past," said Graham, looking at his
watch.


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