One glance at his I
ventured. He was smiling at me; there was a flush upon his
cheek; his eye had a light in it, and with that a glow of
tenderness which was different from anything I had ever seen;
and it was glittering too, I think, with another sort of
suffusion. His hand came smoothing down my hair and then
touching my cheek while he looked at me.
"What are you going to do with yourself now?" he said softly.
"I am going on with my studies for another month or two."
"And you belong to me, Daisy?"
"Yes."
He bent his head and kissed my brow. There is an odd
difference of effect between a kiss on the lips and on the
forehead, or else it was a difference in the manner. This
seemed a sort of taking possession or setting a seal; and it
gave me a new feeling of something almost like awe, which I
had never associated with the grey coat or with its wearer
before. Along with that came another impression, that I
suppose most women know, and know how sweet it is; the sense
of an enveloping protection.
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