The Heritage of Dedlow Marsh and Other Tales

For a moment the two stared at each other–it might have been as in a mirror, so perfectly were their passions reflected in each line, shade, and color of the other’s face. It was as if they had each confronted their own passionate and willful souls, and were frightened. It had often occurred before, always with the same invariable ending. The young man’s eyes lowered first; the girl’s filled with tears.