Chapter 1921 of 1964 · 60 words · ~1 min read

XCIV.

But what was bad, she did not blush in turn, Nor seem embarrassed--quite the contrary; Her aspect was as usual, still--_not_ stern-- And she withdrew, but cast not down, her eye, Yet grew a little pale--with what? concern? I know not; but her colour ne'er was high-- Though sometimes faintly flushed--and always clear, As deep seas in a sunny atmosphere.