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He
was
merely
her
mother
's
friend
to
her
.
Cowperwood
noted
,
with
singular
vividness
of
feeling
,
that
the
lines
of
her
movements
--
the
fleeting
,
momentary
positions
she
assumed
--
were
full
of
a
wondrous
natural
charm
.
He
wanted
to
say
so
to
Mrs.
Carter
,
but
restrained
himself
.
"
It
's
a
brisk
game
,
"
he
commented
,
with
a
pleased
glance
.
"
You
play
,
do
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
did
.
I
do
n't
much
any
more
.
Sometimes
I
try
a
set
with
Rolfe
or
Bevy
;
but
they
both
beat
me
so
badly
.
"
"
Bevy
?
Who
is
Bevy
?
"
"
Oh
,
that
's
short
of
Berenice
.
It
's
what
Rolfe
called
her
when
he
was
a
baby
.
"
"
Bevy
!
I
think
that
rather
nice
.
"
"
I
always
like
it
,
too
.
Somehow
it
seems
to
suit
her
,
and
yet
I
do
n't
know
why
.
"
Before
dinner
Berenice
made
her
appearance
,
freshened
by
a
bath
and
clad
in
a
light
summer
dress
that
appeared
to
Cowperwood
to
be
all
flounces
,
and
the
more
graceful
in
its
lines
for
the
problematic
absence
of
a
corset
.
Her
face
and
hands
,
however
--
a
face
thin
,
long
,
and
sweetly
hollow
,
and
hands
that
were
slim
and
sinewy
--
gripped
and
held
his
fancy
.
He
was
reminded
in
the
least
degree
of
Stephanie
;
but
this
girl
's
chin
was
firmer
and
more
delicately
,
though
more
aggressively
,
rounded
.
Her
eyes
,
too
,
were
shrewder
and
less
evasive
,
though
subtle
enough
.
"
So
I
meet
you
again
,
"
he
observed
,
with
a
somewhat
aloof
air
,
as
she
came
out
on
the
porch
and
sank
listlessly
into
a
wicker
chair
.
"
The
last
time
I
met
you
you
were
hard
at
work
in
New
York
.
"
