"I know her by the song--the daughter of Balthasar. How beautiful it was! And how beautiful is she!"
He recalled her large eyes curtained slightly by the drooping lids, the cheeks oval and rosy rich, the lips full and deep with dimpling in the corners, and all the grace of the tall lithe figure.
"How beautiful she is!" he repeated.
And his heart made answer by a quickening of its movement.
Then, almost the same instant, another face, younger and quite as beautiful--more childlike and tender, if not so passionate-- appeared as if held up to him out of the lake.
"Esther!" he said, smiling. "As I wished, a star has been sent to me."
He turned, and passed slowly back to the tent.
His life had been crowded with griefs and with vengeful preparations--too much crowded for love. Was this the beginning of a happy change?
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