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490 PIERRE

seemed just disentangling itself from out of curtains and clouds. But to Isabel, in the eye and on the brow, were certain shadowy traces of her own unmistakable likeness ; while to Pierre, this face was in part as the resurrection of the one he had burnt at the inn. Not that the separate features were the same ; but the pervading look of it, the subtler interior keeping of the entirety, was almost identical ; still, for all this, there was an unequivocal aspect of foreignness, of Europeanism, about both the face itself and the general painting.

'Is it ? Is it ? Can it be ? ' whispered Isabel, in- tensely.

Now, Isabel knew nothing of the painting which Pierre had destroyed. But she solely referred to the living being who—under the designation of her father—had visited her at the cheerful house to which she had been removed during childhood from the large and unnameable one by the pleasant woman in the coach. Without doubt—though indeed she might not have been at all conscious of it in her own mystic mind—she must have somehow vaguely fancied, that this being had always through life worn the same aspect to everybody else which he had to her, for so very brief an interval of his possible existence. Solely knowing him—or dreaming of him, it may have been—under that one aspect, she could not conceive of him under any other. Whether or not these considerations touching Isabel's ideas occurred to Pierre at this moment is very improbable. At any rate, he said nothing to her, either to deceive or undeceive, either to enlighten or obscure. For, indeed, he was too much riveted by his own far-interior emotions to analyse now the cotemporary ones of Isabel. So that there here came to pass a not unremarkable thing : for though both were intensely excited by one object, yet their two minds and memories were thereby directed to entirely different contempla--