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Things
could
not
go
on
in
this
way
.
She
had
done
wrong
,
possibly
,
in
taking
him
away
from
Mrs.
Cowperwood
number
one
,
though
she
could
scarcely
believe
that
,
for
Mrs.
Lillian
Cowperwood
was
so
unsuited
to
him
--
but
this
repayment
!
If
she
had
been
at
all
superstitious
or
religious
,
and
had
known
her
Bible
,
which
she
did
n't
,
she
might
have
quoted
to
herself
that
very
fatalistic
statement
of
the
New
Testament
,
"
With
what
measure
ye
mete
it
shall
be
measured
unto
you
again
.
"
The
truth
was
that
Cowperwood
's
continued
propensity
to
rove
at
liberty
among
the
fair
sex
could
not
in
the
long
run
fail
of
some
results
of
an
unsatisfactory
character
.
Coincident
with
the
disappearance
of
Stephanie
Platow
,
he
launched
upon
a
variety
of
episodes
,
the
charming
daughter
of
so
worthy
a
man
as
Editor
Haguenin
,
his
sincerest
and
most
sympathetic
journalistic
supporter
;
and
the
daughter
of
Aymar
Cochrane
,
falling
victims
,
among
others
,
to
what
many
would
have
called
his
wiles
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
in
most
cases
he
was
as
much
sinned
against
as
sinning
,
since
the
provocation
was
as
much
offered
as
given
.
The
manner
in
which
he
came
to
get
in
with
Cecily
Haguenin
was
simple
enough
.
Being
an
old
friend
of
the
family
,
and
a
frequent
visitor
at
her
father
's
house
,
he
found
this
particular
daughter
of
desire
an
easy
victim
.
She
was
a
vigorous
blonde
creature
of
twenty
at
this
time
,
very
full
and
plump
,
with
large
,
violet
eyes
,
and
with
considerable
alertness
of
mind
--
a
sort
of
doll
girl
with
whom
Cowperwood
found
it
pleasant
to
amuse
himself
.
A
playful
gamboling
relationship
had
existed
between
them
when
she
was
a
mere
child
attending
school
,
and
had
continued
through
her
college
years
whenever
she
happened
to
be
at
home
on
a
vacation
.
In
these
very
latest
days
when
Cowperwood
on
occasion
sat
in
the
Haguenin
library
consulting
with
the
journalist-publisher
concerning
certain
moves
which
he
wished
to
have
put
right
before
the
public
he
saw
considerably
more
of
Cecily
.
One
night
,
when
her
father
had
gone
out
to
look
up
the
previous
action
of
the
city
council
in
connection
with
some
matter
of
franchises
,
a
series
of
more
or
less
sympathetic
and
understanding
glances
suddenly
culminated
in
Cecily
's
playfully
waving
a
new
novel
,
which
she
happened
to
have
in
her
hand
,
in
Cowperwood
's
face
;
and
he
,
in
reply
,
laid
hold
caressingly
of
her
arms
.
"
You
ca
n't
stop
me
so
easily
,
"
she
observed
,
banteringly
.
"
Oh
yes
,
I
can
,
"
he
replied
.
A
slight
struggle
ensued
,
in
which
he
,
with
her
semiwilful
connivance
,
managed
to
manoeuver
her
into
his
arms
,
her
head
backward
against
his
shoulder
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
looking
up
at
him
with
a
semi-nervous
,
semi-provocative
glance
,
"
now
what
?
You
'll
just
have
to
let
me
go
.
"
"
Not
very
soon
,
though
.
"
"
Oh
yes
,
you
will
.
My
father
will
be
here
in
a
moment
.
"
