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She
merely
fixed
him
a
moment
with
her
cool
,
slate-blue
eyes
.
"
Do
you
think
the
senses
of
the
world
are
only
five
?
"
she
asked
,
in
the
most
charming
and
non-reproachful
way
.
"
Indeed
,
they
know
well
enough
.
She
knows
.
"
She
turned
and
waved
a
graceful
hand
in
the
direction
of
the
tree
,
where
peace
now
reigned
.
The
chirping
had
ceased
.
"
She
knows
I
am
not
a
cat
.
"
Again
that
enticing
,
mocking
smile
that
wrinkled
her
nose
,
her
eye-corners
,
her
mouth
.
The
word
"
cat
"
had
a
sharp
,
sweet
sound
in
her
mouth
.
It
seemed
to
be
bitten
off
closely
with
force
and
airy
spirit
.
Cowperwood
surveyed
her
as
he
would
have
surveyed
the
ablest
person
he
knew
.
Here
was
a
woman
,
he
saw
,
who
could
and
would
command
the
utmost
reaches
of
his
soul
in
every
direction
.
If
he
interested
her
at
all
,
he
would
need
them
all
.
The
eyes
of
her
were
at
once
so
elusive
,
so
direct
,
so
friendly
,
so
cool
and
keen
.
"
You
will
have
to
be
interesting
,
indeed
,
to
interest
me
,
"
they
seemed
to
say
;
and
yet
they
were
by
no
means
averse
,
apparently
,
to
a
hearty
camaraderie
.
That
nose-wrinkling
smile
said
as
much
.
Here
was
by
no
means
a
Stephanie
Platow
,
nor
yet
a
Rita
Sohlberg
.
He
could
not
assume
her
as
he
had
Ella
Hubby
,
or
Florence
Cochrane
,
or
Cecily
Haguenin
.
Here
was
an
iron
individuality
with
a
soul
for
romance
and
art
and
philosophy
and
life
.
He
could
not
take
her
as
he
had
those
others
.
And
yet
Berenice
was
really
beginning
to
think
more
than
a
little
about
Cowperwood
.
He
must
be
an
extraordinary
man
;
her
mother
said
so
,
and
the
newspapers
were
always
mentioning
his
name
and
noting
his
movements
.
A
little
later
,
at
Southampton
,
whither
she
and
her
mother
had
gone
,
they
met
again
.
Together
with
a
young
man
by
the
name
of
Greanelle
,
Cowperwood
and
Berenice
had
gone
into
the
sea
to
bathe
.
It
was
a
wonderful
afternoon
.
To
the
east
and
south
and
west
spread
the
sea
,
a
crinkling
floor
of
blue
,
and
to
their
left
,
as
they
faced
it
,
was
a
lovely
outward-curving
shore
of
tawny
sand
.
Studying
Berenice
in
blue-silk
bathing
costume
and
shoes
,
Cowperwood
had
been
stung
by
the
wonder
of
passing
life
--
how
youth
comes
in
,
ever
fresh
and
fresh
,
and
age
goes
out
.
Here
he
was
,
long
crowded
years
of
conflict
and
experience
behind
him
,
and
yet
this
twenty-year-old
girl
,
with
her
incisive
mind
and
keen
tastes
,
was
apparently
as
wise
in
matters
of
general
import
as
himself
.
He
could
find
no
flaw
in
her
armor
in
those
matters
which
they
could
discuss
.
Her
knowledge
and
comments
were
so
ripe
and
sane
,
despite
a
tendency
to
pose
a
little
,
which
was
quite
within
her
rights
.
Because
Greanelle
had
bored
her
a
little
she
had
shunted
him
off
and
was
amusing
herself
talking
to
Cowperwood
,
who
fascinated
her
by
his
compact
individuality
.
"
Do
you
know
,
"
she
confided
to
him
,
on
this
occasion
,
"
I
get
so
very
tired
of
young
men
sometimes
.
They
can
be
so
inane
.
I
do
declare
,
they
are
nothing
more
than
shoes
and
ties
and
socks
and
canes
strung
together
in
some
unimaginable
way
.
Vaughn
Greanelle
is
for
all
the
world
like
a
perambulating
manikin
to-day
.
He
is
just
an
English
suit
with
a
cane
attached
walking
about
.
"
"
Well
,
bless
my
soul
,
"
commented
Cowperwood
,
"
what
an
indictment
!
"
"
It
's
true
,
"
she
replied
.
"
He
knows
nothing
at
all
except
polo
,
and
the
latest
swimming-stroke
,
and
where
everybody
is
,
and
who
is
going
to
marry
who
.
Is
n't
it
dull
?
"
She
tossed
her
head
back
and
breathed
as
though
to
exhale
the
fumes
of
the
dull
and
the
inane
from
her
inmost
being
.
