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Its ray was as serene as it was undimmed. It
had taken its place as an imperishable quality in his character--a
place which it would retain without vicissitude unless some sign
from her called it into immediate and strong manifestation. She
was in no haste to give this. Time was touching her kindly; the
sharp, cruel outlines of the past were softening in the distance,
and she was content to remember that the treasure was hers when
she was ready for it--a treasure more valued daily.
With exultation she saw him honored by the entire community. Few
days passed without new proofs of the hold he had gained on the
deepest and best feelings of the people. She who once had pitied
now looked up to him as the possessor of that manhood which the
most faultless outward semblance can only suggest.
Love is a magician at whose touch the plainest features take on
new aspects. Helen's face had never been plain. Even in its
anguish it had produced in beholders the profound commiseration
which is more readily given when beauty is sorrowful.


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