"My dearest," he said, coming to her. His smile was sweet and loving as it ever was, and his voice had its usual manly, genial, loving tone. As he walked across the room Alice felt that he was a man of whom a wife might be very proud. He was tall and very handsome, with brown hair, with bright blue eyes, and a mouth like a god. It was the beauty of his mouth,--beauty which comprised firmness within itself, that made Alice afraid of him. He was still dressed in his morning clothes; but he was a man who always seemed to be well dressed. "My dearest," he said, advancing across the room, and before she knew how to stop herself or him, he had taken her in his arms and kissed her.

"My dearest," he said, coming towards her. His smile was sweet and loving as always, and his voice had its usual manly, loving tone. As he walked across the room Alice felt that he was a man of whom a wife might be very proud. He was tall and handsome, with bright blue eyes, and a mouth like a god. It was the firm beauty of his mouth that made Alice afraid of him.
"My dearest," he said, advancing across the room, and before she knew how to stop him, he had taken her in his arms and kissed her.
