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I
turned
,
and
saw
that
Josella
had
come
into
the
room
.
She
was
wearing
a
long
,
pretty
frock
of
palest
blue
georgette
with
a
little
jacket
of
white
fur
.
In
a
pendant
on
a
simple
chain
a
few
blue
-
white
diamonds
flashed
;
the
stones
that
gleamed
in
her
ear
clips
were
smaller
but
as
fine
in
color
.
Her
hair
and
her
face
might
have
been
fresh
from
a
beauty
parlor
.
She
crossed
the
floor
with
a
flicker
of
silver
slippers
and
a
glimpse
of
gossamer
stockings
.
As
I
went
on
staring
without
speaking
,
her
mouth
lost
its
little
smile
.
"
Don
’
t
you
like
it
?
"
she
asked
with
childish
halt
disappointment
.
"
It
’
s
lovely
—
you
’
re
beautiful
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
I
—
well
,
I
just
wasn
’
t
expecting
anything
like
this
Something
more
was
needed
.
I
knew
that
it
was
a
display
which
had
little
or
nothing
to
do
with
me
.
I
added
:
"
You
’
re
—
saying
good
-
by
?
"
A
different
look
came
into
her
eyes
.
"
So
you
do
understand
.
I
hoped
you
would
.
"
"
I
think
I
do
.
I
’
m
glad
you
’
ve
done
it
.
It
’
ll
be
a
lovely
thing
to
remember
,
"
I
said
.
I
stretched
out
my
hand
to
her
and
led
her
to
the
window
.
"
I
was
saying
good
-
by
too
—
to
all
this
.
"
