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I
threw
back
my
head
,
turned
away
from
"
Missy
,
"
and
looked
down
the
street
.
My
eyes
rested
on
a
red
dress
that
came
towards
us
;
on
a
woman
at
a
man
's
side
.
If
I
had
not
had
this
conversation
with
"
Missy
,
"
I
would
not
have
been
hurt
by
his
coarse
suspicion
,
and
I
would
not
have
given
this
toss
of
my
head
,
as
I
turned
away
in
offence
;
and
so
perhaps
this
red
dress
would
have
passed
me
without
my
having
noticed
it
.
And
at
bottom
what
did
it
concern
me
?
What
was
it
to
me
if
it
were
the
dress
of
the
Hon.
Miss
Nagel
,
the
lady-in-waiting
?
"
Missy
"
stood
and
talked
,
and
tried
to
make
good
his
mistake
again
.
I
did
not
listen
to
him
at
all
;
I
stood
the
whole
time
and
stared
at
the
red
dress
that
was
coming
nearer
up
the
street
,
and
a
stir
thrilled
through
my
breast
,
a
gliding
delicate
dart
.
I
whispered
in
thought
without
moving
my
lips
:
"
Ylajali
!
"
Now
"
Missy
"
turned
round
also
and
noticed
the
two
--
the
lady
and
the
man
with
her
,
--
raised
his
hat
to
them
,
and
followed
them
with
his
eyes
.
I
did
not
raise
my
hat
,
or
perhaps
I
did
unconsciously
.
The
red
dress
glided
up
Carl
Johann
,
and
disappeared
.
"
Who
was
it
was
with
her
?
"
asked
"
Missy
.
"
"
The
Duke
,
did
n't
you
see
?
The
so-called
'D
uke
.
'
Did
you
know
the
lady
?
"
"
Yes
,
in
a
sort
of
way
.
Did
n't
you
know
her
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
replied
.
"
It
appears
to
me
you
saluted
profoundly
enough
.
"
"
Did
I
?
"
