Excerpt from The Lost Angel

Waring"s eye rested on the little image amid the garishness of the fair, and he had a feeling as though he had suddenly emerged into a place of greenness and flowing waters.

It was a little angel in yellowed marble. The edges of the marble were smooth as ivory. It was chipped here and there. Plainly it was very old. How on earth had it come there amid the plaster casts and painted images such as are turned out cheaply by the thousand?

As he took it into his hand something stirred within him, warmed him like a little flame, stabbed him with a resentment which was tenderness wounded to death. The little angel had the rounded cheek, the purity of outline from ear to chin of Mildred, the girl whom he had sworn to forget, whom he had thrust out of his mind as men sometimes thrust away the patient angel we call Conscience.

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