"
But his eyes were so fill of flashing triumph that I thought
he had got enough for the time.
"Daisy, those eyes of yours are like mountain lakes, deep and
still. But when I look quite down to the bottom of them —
sometimes I see something — I thought I did then."
"What?" I asked, very much amused.
"I see it there now, Daisy!"
"I was afraid he did, for _his_ eyes were like sunbeams, and I
thought they went through everything at that minute. I don't
know what moved me, the consciousness of this inspection or
the consciousness of what it discovered; but I know that
floods of shyness seemed to flush my face and brow, and even
to the tips of my fingers. I would have escaped if I could,
but I could not; and I think Thorold rather liked what he saw.
There was no hiding it, unless I hid it on his shoulder; and I
was ashamed to have to do that, but he liked it. I felt that
his lips knew just as well as his eyes what state my cheeks
were in, and took their own advantage. Though presently their
tenderness soothed me too, and even nullified the soft little
laugh with which he whispered, "Are you ashamed to show it to
_me_, Daisy?"
"You know," said I, still keeping my eyes hid, "you have me at
advantage.
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