Chapter 10
Isobel never hesitated. I think that instinctively she accepted him without demur. Her eyes flashed back to him all those nameless things which his own greeting had left unspoken. She took his hands, and looked him frankly in the face. "All my life," she said softly, "I have wanted to meet someone who could say that to me." He was dressed in a suit of medi val court clothes, black from head to foot, and fashioned according to the period of the play in which he was acting. But if he had worn the garments of a pierrot or a clown, one would never have noticed it. The man's individuality, magnetic and irresistible, triumphed easily. Mr. Grooten had passed away. It was the great Feurg res, whose sad shining eyes lingered so wistfully upon Isobel's face. "I can say more than that," he went on
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