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Updated: June 18, 2025
He had so come upon her, sitting on the fence under the pines at the back of Pinehurst a child of six in a dress of purple cloth. Her long, light brown curls fell over her shoulders and rippled sleekly back from her calm little brow; her eyes were large and greyish blue, straight-gazing and steadfast.
But, at fifteen, she was a woman, loving, beautiful, and spirited. And Doctor John loved her loved the woman, not the child. I knew it before he did but not, as I think, before Marcella did, for those young, straight-gazing eyes of hers were wonderfully quick to read into other people's hearts.
You mun know " but here the poor woman's words failed her, and she could do nothing but sit rocking herself backwards and forwards, with sad eyes, straight-gazing into Susan's face, as if they tried to tell the tale of agony which the quivering lips refused to utter.
The man quite forgot himself and in his excitement dared a retort "It was one of the best preserved Raphaels extant." But the expression in the princess' straight-gazing eyes held his further speech in check, and though she said no word the man cringed.
Philip stared in astonishment at the sturdy figure, the childish face with its wide forehead and level, strong brows; its dark eyes straight-gazing and smiling. "Mother who is he? Who is he?" he demanded. "Why, my lamb, don't you know? It's your little uncle Philip my brother, for whom you were named Philip Fairfield the sixth. There was always a Philip Fairfield at Fairfield since 1790.
She beheld her face at times, and shivered. The face was so strange with its dark thick eyebrows, and peculiarly straight-gazing brown eyes; the level long red under-lip and curved upper; and the chin and nose, so unlike Dahlia's, whose nose was, after a little dip from the forehead, one soft line to its extremity, and whose chin seemed shaped to a cup. Rhoda's outlines were harder.
There always is, one who stands apart, distinct, different, in the community but not with it, in the church but not of it. The woman in David's church was of a languorous, sumptuous type, built on generous proportions, with a mass of dark hair waving low on her forehead, with dark, straight-gazing, deep-searching eyes, the kind that impel and hold all truanting glances.
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