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The longer she looked, the more definitely the change affirmed itself. The lines of painful tension had vanished, and such traces of fatigue as lingered were of the kind easily attributable to steady mental effort. He glanced up, as if drawn by her gaze, and met her eyes with a smile. THE LONGER SHE LOOKED THE MORE DEFINITELY THE CHANGE AFFIRMED ITSELF LINES OF TENSION HAD VANISHED AND SUCH TRACES OF FATIGUE AS LINGERED WERE OF THE KIND EASILY ATTRIBUTABLE TO STEADY MENTAL EFFORT HE GLANCED UP AS IF DRAWN BY HER GAZE AND MET HER EYES WITH A SMILE
d the paper into a bunch, and then inconsequently turned back with it toward the lamp. "Lord, no! I only meant," he explained, with a faint tinge of impatience, "is there any legend, any tradition, as to that?" "Not that I know of," she answered; but the impulse to add, "What makes you ask?" was checked by the reappearance of the parlor maid with tea and a second lamp. With the dispersal of shadows, and the repetition of the daily domestic office, Mary Boyne felt herself less oppressed by that sense of something mutely imminent which had darkened her solitary afternoon. For a few moments she gave herself silently to the details of her task, and when she looked up from it she was struck to the point of bewilderment by the change in her husband's face. He had seated himself near the farther lamp, and was absorbed in the perusal of his letters; but was it something he had found in them, or merely the shifting of her own point of view, that had restored his features to their normal aspect? ASE WITH AN ADDED STRESS OF INTENTION BOYNE CRUMPLED THE PAPER INTO A BUNCH AND THEN INCONSEQUENTLY TURNED BACK WITH IT TOWARD THE LAMP LORD NO I ONLY MEANT HE EXCLAIMED WITH A FAINT TINGE OF IMPATIENCE IS THERE ANY LEGEND ANY TRADITION AS TO THAT NOT THAT I KNOW OF SHE ANSWERED BUT THE IMPULSE TO ADD WHAT MAKES YOU ASK WAS CHECKED BY THE REAPPEARANCE OF THE PARLOR MAID WITH TEA AND A SECOND LAMP WITH THE DISPERSAL OF SHADOWS AND THE REPETITION OF THE DAILY DOMESTIC OFFICE MARY BOYNE FELT HERSELF LESS OPPRESSED BY THAT SENSE OF SOMETHING MUTELY IMMINENT WHICH HAD DARKENED HER AFTERNOON FOR A FEW MOMENTS SHE GAVE HERSELF TO THE DETAILS OF HER TASK AND WHEN SHE LOOKED UP FROM IT SHE WAS STRUCK TO THE POINT OF BEWILDERMENT BY THE CHANGE IN HER HUSBAND'S FACE HE HAD SEATED HIMSELF NEAR THE FARTHER LAMP AND WAS ABSORBED IN THE PERUSAL OF HIS LETTERS BUT WAS IT SOMETHING HE HAD FOUND IN THEM OR MERELY THE SHIFTING OF HER OWN POINT OF VIEW THAT HAD RESTORED HIS FEATURES TO THEIR NORMAL ASPECT
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