of amorous rhetoric.
Pale and gasping, with thumping heart and twitching hands he told his story; now halting and stammering, now plunging headlong into a torrent of verbiage and incoherence.
And she, while contemplating the pattern of her dainty shoe, dimly realised that he was asking her to become his wife. And having guessed, her heart began to beat. Not so much out of sympathy as out of dread lest he should capsize the boat before he had finished.
At last he stopped, and signified by mopping the perspiration from his forehead and the blood from his cheeks, that he had finished.
A crafty and designing woman of the world would no doubt have commented upon the suddenness of the proposal. The simple unsophisticated child before him did otherwise. Raising for a moment her soft dark eyes, and favouring him with a glance half coy half tender--
"I am so happy, Andrew," she murmured, "so happy!"
The enraptured lover would have fallen upon his knees had he not remembered i
I prefer a traditional romance as most of Sabatini’s other books, and didn’t care for this plot, but it’s only 10 pages, so not much to invest and decide for yourself.
This gives too much of the plot away, so read at your own risk: The story developments as a romance of a clergyman and a girl who deceives him into falling in love but ends with division of the classes being stronger than the love he felt.