45/57 George's friends all were sure that they would fall in love with a woman just like her--but not a man of them ever thought of falling in love with her. He had talked, and she had spoken only with her listening, sympathetic eyes. He was always apt to be voluble. "You are from Weir, I think, in Delaware, Mrs.Waldeaux ?" he asked. "I must have seen the name of the town with yours on the list of passengers, for the story of a woman who once lived there has been haunting me all day. |