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Updated: August 25, 2024
Poor thing! It's quite natural, you know, in a healthy growing girl. A little overflow of vivacity, a pirouette more or less, what harm should that do to any of us? Nobody takes more delight than I in the fawn-like sportiveness of an innocent girl, at this period of life: even a shade of espieglerie does not annoy me.
He had rarely seen a face so radiant in expression, and she had lost, he noticed, the touch of provincialism in her voice and manner. To-night, for the first time, he felt that there was a fawn-like shyness about her, as if her soul had flown startled before his approach.
Poor thing! It's quite natural, you know, in a healthy growing girl. A little overflow of vivacity, a pirouette more or less, what harm should that do to any of us? Nobody takes more delight than I in the fawn-like sportiveness of an innocent girl, at this period of life: even a shade of espieglerie does not annoy me.
Whether it was the savage girl's touch, or her strange and fawn-like loveliness, or the tender pity in her eyes, matters not the issue was the same. She struck some cord in his turbulent uncurbed nature, and of a sudden it was filled full with passion for her a passion which if, not elevated, at least was real.
But with his singular fawn-like face and clear eyes on his listener it was impossible to fall asleep, or even to let the attention wander; and incidentally even in his driest discourse there were little bright touches which one would not willingly have missed.
Nevertheless, she slowly disengaged herself from the doorpost, and, to everybody's astonishment, lounged with languid grace and outstretched hand towards the prisoner. The color came into the gray reckless mask which the doomed man wore as her right hand grasped his left, just loosed by his captors. Then she paused; her shy, fawn-like eyes grew bold, and fixed themselves upon him.
Meanwhile, promise me, dear child, not to try to do anything of the kind you spoke of until I have talked with you." "Well, I will not," said Agnes, with a glance of docile affection, kissing the hand of the Princess. The action was so pretty, the great, soft, dark eyes looked so fawn-like and confiding in their innocent tenderness, that the lady seemed much moved.
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