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"Oh, b' jove!" commented the young man, stirred to the core of his appreciative soul by the sight of the exquisite face, delicately perfect, "this is the beauty of the world."
The praise was superlative, but none the less honest and well deserved. But Dick, very much a gentleman, did not take such pardonable advantage of the situation. After gazing for one glorious moment he hastened to fill a cup at the spring, and was shortly restoring consciousness to this stray Helen. Two splendid blue eyes--Dick guessed from the halo of golden hair that they would be blue--opened slowly with a bewildered expression, which changed suddenly to one of mingled fear and defiance. The girl sat up, drew her rich cloak again around her--but this time not over her face--and shivered at the thought of the isolation. Lawson ascribed this attack of nerves to a matter-of-fact cause. "Foot hurting?" he asked anxiously.