She was like the young summer beyond the open windows, alive to her finger-tips, shyly radiant, with shining eyes, yet in their depths an alluring pensiveness never to leave them altogether.

Knowledge had come to her; an apprehending soul was speaking in her face.

The sweetness of her smile, as she looked at the man before her, was such as could only be distilled from the bitter herbs of the desert.
"Oh, Orlando!" she said joyously, as she came forward.
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