I had looked down into the depth of those blue eyes and read truth there; I had felt the clasp of her warm hand and it held me firm.
My heart beat more rapidly as I reviewed all that had transpired between us, and I began to realize how deep was the interest with which she had already inspired me.

I had met many women--daughters of the best homes--but never before a Claire Mortimer.

The very mystery with which she was invested lured me to her, and yet beyond this there existed a charm indefinable that held me captive.

She was a gay, laughing spirit, but with a steadiness of character in reserve ever provocative of surprise.

I could never be sure which mood was uppermost, or which best represented the real womanhood.