"That I had left part of myself in India," he said, finishing the
sentence for her. "Such, nevertheless, is the case. Uncle there says
that the yellow rascals were so fond of me that they could not bear to
part from me altogether. For my own part, I think myself fortunate that
they did not keep me there _in toto_, in which case I should not have
had the pleasure of meeting you here to-day."
He had been holding her hand quite an unnecessary length of time. She
now withdrew it gently. Their eyes met for one brief instant, then Janet
turned away and seated herself at the table. The flush caused by the
surprise of the meeting still lingered on her face, the tear-drops still
lingered in her eyes; and as George Strickland sat down opposite to her
he thought that he had never seen a sweeter vision, nor one that
appealed more directly to his imagination and his heart.
Janet Hope at nineteen was very pleasant to look upon. Her face was not
one of mere commonplace prettiness, but had an individuality of its own
that caused it to linger in the memory like some sweet picture that once
seen cannot be readily forgotten.
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