Hilda by Sara Jeanette Duncan, Fiction, Classics, Literary 12+

📖 The sun sought her face -- revealing great purity of line and a clear pallor -- and two ethereal shadows of eyes; and the tender curves of her limbs, as she wavered before departing, could not have been matched out of medieval stained glass."It isn't a question of love, Mr. Lindsay, it's a question of the Army," she said. "You don't seem to think the Army counts for anything."