Its owner stood behind; her light, shining ringlets blending, at intervals, with his brown looks, as she bent to superintend his studies; and her face-it was lucky he could not see her face, or he would never have been so steady. I could; and I bit my lip in spite, at having thrown away the chance I might have had of doing something besides staring at its smiting beauty.

Its owner stood behind; her light ringlets blending with his brown locks, as she bent to superintend his studies; and her face - I bit my lip, at having thrown away the chance I might have had of winning such beauty.
