Mr. Welland. She bent over to lower the wick, and as the light struck up on her white shoulders and the clear curves of her face he thought: \"How young she is! For what endless years this life will have to go on!\"
He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins. \"Look here,\" he said suddenly, \"I may have to go to Washington for a few days—soon; next week perhaps.\"
Her hand remained
Mr. Welland. She bent over to lower the wick, and as the light struck up on her white shoulders and the clear curves of her face he thought: \"How young she is! For what endless years this life will have to go on!\"
He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins. \"Look here,\" he said suddenly, \"I may have to go to Washington for a few days—soon; next week perhaps.\"
Her hand remained
