Then, too,
he could look at her, and that was worth while doing. The run had made
Leonore's cheeks blaze, as Peter's touch had made her eyes. The rain had
condensed in little diamonds on her stray curls, and on those long
lashes. It seemed to Peter that he had never seen her lovelier. The
longing to take her in his arms was so strong, that he almost wished she
had refused to return. But then Peter knew that she was deeply offended,
and that unless he could make his peace, he was out of favor for a day
at least. That meant a very terrible thing to him. A whole day of
neglect; a whole day with no glimpse of these eyes; a whole day without
a smile from those lips!
Peter had too much sense to say anything at once. He did not speak till
they were back in the hall. Leonore had planned to go straight to her
room, but Peter was rather clever, since she preceded him, in getting to
the foot of the staircase so rapidly that he was there first.
This secured him his moment for speech.
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