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"
It
's
nice
to
see
you
there
in
that
window
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
fit
your
background
perfectly
.
"
"
Do
I
?
"
The
black-brown
eyes
burned
soulfully
.
The
panneling
back
of
her
was
of
dark
oak
,
burnished
by
the
rays
of
an
afternoon
winter
sun
.
Stephanie
Platow
had
dressed
for
this
opportunity
.
Her
full
,
rich
,
short
black
hair
was
caught
by
a
childish
band
of
blood-red
ribbon
,
holding
it
low
over
her
temples
and
ears
.
Her
lithe
body
,
so
harmonious
in
its
graven
roundness
,
was
clad
in
an
apple-green
bodice
,
and
a
black
skirt
with
gussets
of
red
about
the
hem
;
her
smooth
arms
,
from
the
elbows
down
,
were
bare
.
On
one
wrist
was
the
jade
bracelet
he
had
given
her
.
Her
stockings
were
apple-green
silk
,
and
,
despite
the
chill
of
the
day
,
her
feet
were
shod
in
enticingly
low
slippers
with
brass
buckles
.
Cowperwood
retired
to
the
hall
to
hang
up
his
overcoat
and
came
back
smiling
.
"
Is
n't
Mrs.
Cowperwood
about
?
"
"
The
butler
says
she
's
out
calling
,
but
I
thought
I
'd
wait
a
little
while
,
anyhow
.
She
may
come
back
.
"
She
turned
up
a
dark
,
smiling
face
to
him
,
with
languishing
,
inscrutable
eyes
,
and
he
recognized
the
artist
at
last
,
full
and
clear
.
"
I
see
you
like
my
bracelet
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
It
's
beautiful
,
"
she
replied
,
looking
down
and
surveying
it
dreamily
.
"
I
do
n't
always
wear
it
.
I
carry
it
in
my
muff
.
I
've
just
put
it
on
for
a
little
while
.
I
carry
them
all
with
me
always
.
I
love
them
so
.
I
like
to
feel
them
.
"
