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“
Which
do
you
like
best
?
”
he
asked
leaning
over
the
counter
at
her
side
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
.
”
She
pointed
to
a
gold
lily
-
of
-
the
-
valley
with
white
flowers
.
“
Don
’
t
you
think
the
blue
pin
’
s
better
?
”
he
suggested
,
and
immediately
she
saw
that
the
lily
of
the
valley
was
mere
trumpery
compared
to
the
small
round
stone
,
blue
as
a
mountain
lake
,
with
little
sparks
of
light
all
round
it
.
She
coloured
at
her
want
of
discrimination
.
“
It
’
s
so
lovely
I
guess
I
was
afraid
to
look
at
it
,
”
she
said
.
He
laughed
,
and
they
went
out
of
the
shop
;
but
a
few
steps
away
he
exclaimed
:
“
Oh
,
by
Jove
,
I
forgot
something
,
”
and
turned
back
and
left
her
in
the
crowd
.
She
stood
staring
down
a
row
of
pink
gramophone
throats
till
he
rejoined
her
and
slipped
his
arm
through
hers
.
“
You
mustn
’
t
be
afraid
of
looking
at
the
blue
pin
any
longer
,
because
it
belongs
to
you
,
”
he
said
;
and
she
felt
a
little
box
being
pressed
into
her
hand
.
Her
heart
gave
a
leap
of
joy
,
but
it
reached
her
lips
only
in
a
shy
stammer
.
She
remembered
other
girls
whom
she
had
heard
planning
to
extract
presents
from
their
fellows
,
and
was
seized
with
a
sudden
dread
lest
Harney
should
have
imagined
that
she
had
leaned
over
the
pretty
things
in
the
glass
case
in
the
hope
of
having
one
given
to
her
.
.
.
.
A
little
farther
down
the
street
they
turned
in
at
a
glass
doorway
opening
on
a
shining
hall
with
a
mahogany
staircase
,
and
brass
cages
in
its
corners
.
“
We
must
have
something
to
eat
,
”
Harney
said
;
and
the
next
moment
Charity
found
herself
in
a
dressing
-
room
all
looking
-
glass
and
lustrous
surfaces
,
where
a
party
of
showy
-
looking
girls
were
dabbing
on
powder
and
straightening
immense
plumed
hats
.
When
they
had
gone
she
took
courage
to
bathe
her
hot
face
in
one
of
the
marble
basins
,
and
to
straighten
her
own
hat
-
brim
,
which
the
parasols
of
the
crowd
had
indented
.
The
dresses
in
the
shops
had
so
impressed
her
that
she
scarcely
dared
look
at
her
reflection
;
but
when
she
did
so
,
the
glow
of
her
face
under
her
cherry
-
coloured
hat
,
and
the
curve
of
her
young
shoulders
through
the
transparent
muslin
,
restored
her
courage
;
and
when
she
had
taken
the
blue
brooch
from
its
box
and
pinned
it
on
her
bosom
she
walked
toward
the
restaurant
with
her
head
high
,
as
if
she
had
always
strolled
through
tessellated
halls
beside
young
men
in
flannels
.
Her
spirit
sank
a
little
at
the
sight
of
the
slim
-
waisted
waitresses
in
black
,
with
bewitching
mob
-
caps
on
their
haughty
heads
,
who
were
moving
disdainfully
between
the
tables
.
“
Not
f
’
r
another
hour
,
”
one
of
them
dropped
to
Harney
in
passing
;
and
he
stood
doubtfully
glancing
about
him
.
