A Face Illumined
Excerpt
As may be gathered from the following pages, my title was
obtained
a a number of years ago, and the story has since been taking
form
and color in my mind. What has become of the beautiful but
discordant
face I saw at the concert garden I do not know, but I trust
that
that the countenance it suggested, and its changes may not
prove
so vague and unsatisfactory as to be indistinct to the
reader. It
has looked upon the writer during the past year almost like the
face
of a living maiden, and I have felt, in a way that would be
hard
to explain, that I have had but little to do with its
expressions,
and that forces and influences over which I had no control
were
moulding character.