Arthur Stringer,
Through the Valley of Illusion
(1902)
“ Warriner could not see her face."A good fellow," he said, simply; "an unspeakably good fellow!""Oh, then he did die!" said the girl, laughing, and turning from the mirror. Some intangible sense of escape made her reckless."Alice!" reproved her brother-in-law; "Alice!" Then, sorrowfully, after looking up at her for a moment in silence, "Surely your two seasons haven't made you that bad?"The girl sighed, and looked at him with gently reproving eyes, in which he could see, or thought he could see, some smouldering passion for self-sacrifice and devotion. He took the bronze Hebe from her hand. ”
