It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. “Lucy. ” “But don’t you see how I must stand to you? Don’t you see how it bars us from being lovers—You can’t—at first. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. It was cheating, pitiful cheating. Stay! I'll go myself.
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