Chapter 1786 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

LVI.

The dashing and proud air of Adeline Imposed not upon her: she saw her blaze Much as she would have seen a glow-worm shine, Then turned unto the stars for loftier rays. Juan was something she could not divine, Being no Sibyl in the new world's ways; Yet she was nothing dazzled by the meteor, Because she did not pin her faith on feature.