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He
made
her
wear
that
bracelet
again
,
on
the
night
when
he
took
her
to
a
party
,
a
great
reception
given
by
Mrs
.
Cornelias
Pope
.
If
he
considered
her
good
enough
to
bring
into
the
home
of
his
friends
,
she
thought
—
the
illustrious
friends
whose
names
she
had
seen
on
the
inaccessible
mountain
peaks
that
were
the
society
columns
of
the
newspapers
—
she
could
not
embarrass
him
by
wearing
her
old
dress
.
She
spent
her
year
’
s
savings
on
an
evening
gown
of
bright
green
chiffon
with
a
low
neckline
,
a
belt
of
yellow
roses
and
a
rhinestone
buckle
.
When
she
entered
the
stern
residence
,
with
the
cold
,
brilliant
lights
and
a
terrace
suspended
over
the
roofs
of
skyscrapers
,
she
knew
that
her
dress
was
wrong
for
the
occasion
,
though
she
could
not
tell
why
.
But
she
kept
her
posture
proudly
straight
and
she
smiled
with
the
courageous
trust
of
a
kitten
when
it
sees
a
hand
extended
to
play
:
people
gathered
to
have
a
good
time
would
not
hurt
anyone
,
she
thought
.
At
the
end
of
an
hour
,
her
attempt
to
smile
had
become
a
helpless
,
bewildered
plea
.
Then
the
smile
went
,
as
she
watched
the
people
around
her
.
She
saw
that
the
trim
,
confident
girls
had
a
nasty
insolence
of
manner
when
they
spoke
to
Jim
,
as
if
they
did
not
respect
him
and
never
had
.
One
of
them
in
particular
,
a
Betty
Pope
,
the
daughter
of
the
hostess
,
kept
making
remarks
to
him
which
Cherryl
could
not
understand
,
because
she
could
not
believe
that
she
understood
them
correctly
.
No
one
had
paid
any
attention
to
her
,
at
first
,
except
for
a
few
astonished
glances
at
her
gown
.
After
a
while
,
she
saw
them
looking
at
her
.
She
heard
an
elderly
woman
ask
Jim
,
in
the
anxious
tone
of
referring
to
some
distinguished
family
she
had
missed
knowing
,
"
Did
you
say
Miss
Brooks
of
Madison
Square
?
"
She
saw
an
odd
smile
on
Jim
’
s
face
,
when
he
answered
,
making
his
voice
sound
peculiarly
clear
,
"
Yes
—
the
cosmetics
counter
of
Raleigh
’
s
Five
and
Ten
.
"
Then
she
saw
some
people
becoming
too
polite
to
her
,
and
others
moving
away
in
a
pointed
manner
,
and
most
of
them
being
senselessly
awkward
in
simple
bewilderment
,
and
Jim
watching
silently
with
that
odd
smile
.
She
tried
to
get
out
of
the
way
,
out
of
their
notice
.
As
she
slipped
by
,
along
the
edge
of
the
room
,
she
heard
some
man
say
,
with
a
shrug
,
"
Well
,
Jim
Taggart
is
one
of
the
most
powerful
men
in
Washington
at
the
moment
.
"
He
did
not
say
it
respectfully
.
Out
on
the
terrace
,
where
it
was
darker
,
she
heard
two
men
talking
and
wondered
why
she
felt
certain
that
they
were
talking
about
her
.
One
of
them
said
,
"
Taggart
can
afford
to
do
it
,
if
he
pleases
"
and
the
other
said
something
about
the
horse
of
some
Roman
emperor
named
Caligula
.
She
looked
at
the
lone
straight
shaft
of
the
Taggart
Building
rising
in
the
distance
—
and
then
she
thought
that
she
understood
:
these
people
hated
Jim
because
they
envied
him
.
Whatever
they
were
,
she
thought
,
whatever
their
names
and
their
money
,
none
of
them
had
an
achievement
comparable
to
his
,
none
of
them
had
defied
the
whole
country
to
build
a
railroad
everybody
thought
impossible
.
For
the
first
time
,
she
saw
that
she
did
have
something
to
offer
Jim
:
these
people
were
as
mean
and
small
as
the
people
from
whom
she
had
escaped
in
Buffalo
;
he
was
as
lonely
as
she
had
always
been
,
and
the
sincerity
of
her
feeling
was
the
only
recognition
he
had
found
.
