'You must kiss me if I get it right,' answered a deep voice. The man was
sitting at a table, reading from a book. His handsome face shone with
pleasure, and his eyes often left the book to look at the small white
hand that lay on his shoulder. The girl stood behind him, bending over
to help him. Her face—it was fortunate he could not see her face, or he
would never have been able to concentrate on his studies. I could see
it, and I was bitterly sorry that I had thrown away my chance of seeing
that beauty every day of my life.
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