W. Somerset Maugham,
The Magician — Chapter V
(1908)
“ The goddess’s hand was raised to her right shoulder, and Margaret’s hand was as small, as dainty, and as white. “Don’t be so foolish,” said she, as Arthur looked silently at the statue. He turned his eyes slowly, and they rested upon her. She saw that they were veiled with tears. “What on earth’s the matter?” “I wish you weren’t so beautiful,” he answered awkwardly, as though he could scarcely bring himself to say such foolish things. “I’m so afraid that something will happen to prevent us from being happy. It seems too much to expect that I should enjoy such extraordinary good luck.” ”
