Her eyes were shining brightly as she looked beyond him.
"Oh, mother! I--I forgot that you were there. I forgot everything."
She ran to her mother and buried her face on her shoulder. "I told you
it would come true, mother. I knew it would. Oh, I am so happy! Have I
been ridiculous? Have I been silly, mother?"
It was the ecstatic David who reassured her on that point. In his
unbounded joy he rushed over and enveloped the two of them in his
long, eager arms.
Later on, after Mrs. Braddock had gone to her father's room, he sat
with Christine on the low, deep sofa under the bookshelf gallery. Her
hands were clasped in his. They had but little to say to each other in
words. Their eyes spoke the thoughts that surged up from their
reunited hearts. She had thrown aside the light, filmy wrap, and the
sweet, velvety skin of her neck and shoulders gleamed in the soft
light; her perfectly modeled, strong young arms were as clear and
white as marble.
He was lost in admiration--in marveling admiration. For long stretches
at a time he permitted himself to fall into silent, rapt contemplation
of this perfected bit of womanhood.
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