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“
Yes
.
You
see
how
fair
she
is
,
”
I
answered
.
“
And
she
has
that
transparent
look
.
It
is
so
lovely
.
Don
’
t
you
think
so
?
SHE
is
one
of
the
White
People
.
”
He
stood
very
still
,
looking
across
the
flowers
at
the
group
.
There
was
a
singular
interest
and
intensity
in
his
expression
.
He
watched
the
pair
silently
for
a
whole
minute
,
I
think
.
“
Ye
-
es
,
”
he
said
,
slowly
,
at
last
,
“
I
do
see
what
you
mean
—
and
it
IS
lovely
.
I
don
’
t
seem
to
know
her
well
.
She
must
be
a
new
friend
of
my
mother
’
s
.
So
she
is
one
of
the
White
People
?
”
“
She
looks
like
a
white
iris
herself
,
doesn
’
t
she
?
”
I
said
.
“
Now
you
know
.
”
“
Yes
;
now
I
know
,
”
he
answered
.
I
asked
Mrs
.
MacNairn
later
who
the
girl
was
,
but
she
didn
’
t
seem
to
recognize
my
description
of
her
.
Mr
.
Le
Breton
had
gone
away
by
that
time
,
and
so
had
the
girl
herself
.
“
The
tall
,
very
fair
one
in
the
misty
,
pale
-
gray
dress
,
”
I
said
.
“
She
was
near
Mr
.
Le
Breton
when
he
was
looking
at
the
iris
-
bed
You
were
cutting
some
roses
only
a
few
yards
away
from
her
.
That
VERY
fair
girl
?
”
Mrs
.
MacNairn
paused
a
moment
and
looked
puzzled
.
