Lays And Legends
E. Nesbit
Lays And Legends
E. Nesbit
And at last her voice, half breathless, faltered, broke upon his name, And two tears fell from her lashes on the roses at her breast, Far more potent in their silence than her preaching at its best. And his weak soul thrilled and trembled at her beauty, and he cried, ‘Not for me those priceless tears: I am your slave–you shall decide.’ ‘Save your soul,’ she sighed. ‘Was ever man so tempted, tried, before?
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