[The Lions of the Lord by Harry Leon Wilson]@TWC D-Link book
The Lions of the Lord

CHAPTER XII
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But, his eyes keeping steadily upon her, she, as if defiantly, returned his look for a fluttering second, trying to make her eyes survey him slowly from head to foot with her late cool carelessness; but she had to let them fall again, and he saw the colour come under the clear skin.
He knew by these tokens that he possessed a power over this splendid woman that none of the other men could wield,--she had lowered her eyes to no other but him--and all the man in him sang exultantly under the knowledge.

He greeted her father, the little Seumas Cavan of indomitable spirit, fresh, for all his march of a thousand miles, and he welcomed them both to Zion.

Again and again while he talked to them he caught quick glances from the wonderful eyes;--glances of interest, of inquiry,--now of half-hearted defiance, now of wondering submission.
The succeeding months had been a time of struggle with him--a struggle to maintain his character of Elder after the Order of Melchisedek in the full gaze of those velvety gray eyes, and in the light of her reckless, full-lipped smile; to present to the temptress a shield of austere piety which her softest glances should not avail to melt.

For something in her manner told him that she divined all his weakness; that, if she acknowledged his power over her, she recognised her own power over him, a power equal to and justly balancing the other.

Even when he discoursed from the pulpit, his glance would fasten upon hers, as if there were but the one face before him instead of a thousand, and he knew that she mocked him in her heart; knew she divined there was that within him which strongly would have had her and himself far away--alone.
Nor was the girl's own mind all of a piece.


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