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She
opened
a
small
chamois
bag
beside
her
--
lying
with
her
handkerchief
and
a
sketch-book
which
she
always
carried
--
and
took
out
the
ear-rings
and
brooch
.
Cowperwood
glowed
with
a
strange
feeling
of
approval
and
enthusiasm
at
this
manifestation
of
real
interest
.
He
liked
jade
himself
very
much
,
but
more
than
that
the
feeling
that
prompted
this
expression
in
another
.
Roughly
speaking
,
it
might
have
been
said
of
him
that
youth
and
hope
in
women
--
particularly
youth
when
combined
with
beauty
and
ambition
in
a
girl
--
touched
him
.
He
responded
keenly
to
her
impulse
to
do
or
be
something
in
this
world
,
whatever
it
might
be
,
and
he
looked
on
the
smart
,
egoistic
vanity
of
so
many
with
a
kindly
,
tolerant
,
almost
parental
eye
.
Poor
little
organisms
growing
on
the
tree
of
life
--
they
would
burn
out
and
fade
soon
enough
.
He
did
not
know
the
ballad
of
the
roses
of
yesteryear
,
but
if
he
had
it
would
have
appealed
to
him
.
He
did
not
care
to
rifle
them
,
willy-nilly
;
but
should
their
temperaments
or
tastes
incline
them
in
his
direction
,
they
would
not
suffer
vastly
in
their
lives
because
of
him
.
The
fact
was
,
the
man
was
essentially
generous
where
women
were
concerned
.
"
How
nice
of
you
!
"
he
commented
,
smiling
.
"
I
like
that
.
"
And
then
,
seeing
a
note-book
and
pencil
beside
her
,
he
asked
,
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
"
Just
sketching
.
"
"
Let
me
see
?
"
"
It
's
nothing
much
,
"
she
replied
,
deprecatingly
.
"
I
do
n't
draw
very
well
.
"
"
Gifted
girl
!
"
he
replied
,
picking
it
up
.
"
Paints
,
draws
,
carves
on
wood
,
plays
,
sings
,
acts
.
"
"
All
rather
badly
,
"
she
sighed
,
turning
her
head
languidly
and
looking
away
.
In
her
sketch-book
she
had
put
all
of
her
best
drawings
;
there
were
sketches
of
nude
women
,
dancers
,
torsos
,
bits
of
running
figures
,
sad
,
heavy
,
sensuous
heads
and
necks
of
sleeping
girls
,
chins
up
,
eyelids
down
,
studies
of
her
brothers
and
sister
,
and
of
her
father
and
mother
.
"
Delightful
!
"
exclaimed
Cowperwood
,
keenly
alive
to
a
new
treasure
.
Good
heavens
,
where
had
been
his
eyes
all
this
while
?
Here
was
a
jewel
lying
at
his
doorstep
--
innocent
,
untarnished
--
a
real
jewel
.
These
drawings
suggested
a
fire
of
perception
,
smoldering
and
somber
,
which
thrilled
him
.
