Mrs. Barr got up and went out . Roger was mute ; he could find nothing to say . He could have talked glibly enough to Isabel Temple 's ghost in some unearthly tryst by her grave , but he could not find a word to say to this slip of flesh and blood . He felt very foolish and absurd , and very conscious of his twisted shoulder . What a fool he had been to come ! Then Lilith looked up at him -- and smiled . A little shy , friendly smile . Roger suddenly saw her not as the tantalizing , unreal , mystic thing of the twilit grove , but as a little human creature , exquisitely pretty in her young-moon beauty , longing for companionship . He got up , forgetting his ugliness , and went across the room to her . `` Will you come for a walk , '' he said eagerly . He held out his hand like a child ; as a child she stood up and took it ; like two children they went out and down the sunset shore . Roger was again incredibly happy . It was not the same happiness as had been his in that vanished fortnight ; it was a homelier happiness with its feet on the earth . The amazing thing was that he felt she was happy too -- happy because she was walking with him , `` Jarback '' Temple , whom no girl had even thought about . A certain secret well-spring of fancy that had seemed dry welled up in him sparklingly again . Through the summer weeks the odd courtship went on . Roger talked to her as he had never talked to anyone . He did not find it in the least hard to talk to her , though her necessity of watching his face so closely while he talked bothered him occasionally . He felt that her intent gaze was reading his soul as well as his lips . She never talked much herself ; what she did say she spoke so low that it was hardly above a whisper , but she had a voice as lovely as her face -- sweet , cadenced , haunting .
Roger was quite mad about her , and he was horribly afraid that he could never get up enough courage to ask her XXXXX marry him .
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