and I shut it again with a shudder at what I saw before the hearth, at all that I had forgotten in the little library. As I turned, another door opened - the door made invisible by the multitude of books around and upon it - and young Squire Rattray stood between my love and me.
His clear, smooth skin was almost as pale as Eva’s own, but pale brown, the tint of rich ivory. His eyes were preternaturally bright. And they never glanced my way,
and I shut it again with a shudder at what I saw before the hearth, at all that I had forgotten in the little library. As I turned, another door opened - the door made invisible by the multitude of books around and upon it - and young Squire Rattray stood between my love and me.
His clear, smooth skin was almost as pale as Eva’s own, but pale brown, the tint of rich ivory. His eyes were preternaturally bright. And they never glanced my way,
