The Lost World [antikvár]

How beautiful she was! Her large, soft eyes, her long, dark hair, her sweet smile - Gladys Hungerton was made for love. We were friends, good friends, but nothing more. We sat, silently, by the window in her father's house, and Gladys seemed so beautiful, but so far away. Tonight, I decided, tonight I would ask her. Suddenly, she turnéd to me, and said: 'I have a feeling that you're going to ask me to marry you, Ned. Please don't.' 'How did you know?' I asked, very surprised. 'Women always know,' she replied. 'But don't you think that things are nicer as they are? We're good friends, we can talk so openly and so easily together.' feeling somethingthat you feel inside yourself