122 BEAUTY.

 

“You do not see her deformity now.”

“T never think of it.”

“The spirit of beauty in her heart has
thrown a veil over her person.”

“Tt may be so, aunt. One thing is cer-
tain, I love her.”

“More than you do Ellen Lawson?”

“T can’t bear Ellen Lawson!” The whole
manner of the young girl expressed re-
pugnance.

“ And yet Ellen, by common consent, is
acknowledged to be beautiful.”

“She is pretty enough; but I don’t like
her. Proud, vain, ill-tempered. Oh: dear!
these spoil every thing.”

“In other words, the deformity of her
spirit throws a veil over the beauty of her
person.”

“ Explain it as you will, aunt. Enough
that Ellen Lawson is no favourite of mine.
Ever as I gaze into her brilliant eyes, a
something looks out of them that causes me
to shrink from her.”

The conversation between Mary Marvel