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"
But
I
'm
doing
a
great
deal
,
"
she
replied
,
softly
,
a
little
breathless
and
a
little
pale
.
Cowperwood
was
enchanted
.
He
kept
the
proposed
tryst
with
eagerness
and
found
her
all
that
he
had
hoped
.
She
was
sweeter
,
more
colorful
,
more
elusive
than
anybody
he
had
ever
known
.
In
their
charming
apartment
on
the
North
Side
which
he
at
once
engaged
,
and
where
he
sometimes
spent
mornings
,
evenings
,
afternoons
,
as
opportunity
afforded
,
he
studied
her
with
the
most
critical
eye
and
found
her
almost
flawless
.
She
had
that
boundless
value
which
youth
and
a
certain
insouciance
of
manner
contribute
.
There
was
,
delicious
to
relate
,
no
melancholy
in
her
nature
,
but
a
kind
of
innate
sufficiency
which
neither
looked
forward
to
nor
back
upon
troublesome
ills
.
She
loved
beautiful
things
,
but
was
not
extravagant
;
and
what
interested
him
and
commanded
his
respect
was
that
no
urgings
of
his
toward
prodigality
,
however
subtly
advanced
,
could
affect
her
.
She
knew
what
she
wanted
,
spent
carefully
,
bought
tastefully
,
arrayed
herself
in
ways
which
appealed
to
him
as
the
flowers
did
.
His
feeling
for
her
became
at
times
so
great
that
he
wished
,
one
might
almost
have
said
,
to
destroy
it
--
to
appease
the
urge
and
allay
the
pull
in
himself
,
but
it
was
useless
.
The
charm
of
her
endured
.
His
transports
would
leave
her
refreshed
apparently
,
prettier
,
more
graceful
than
ever
,
it
seemed
to
him
,
putting
back
her
ruffled
hair
with
her
hand
,
mouthing
at
herself
prettily
in
the
glass
,
thinking
of
many
remote
delicious
things
at
once
.
"
Do
you
remember
that
picture
we
saw
in
the
art
store
the
other
day
,
Algernon
?
"
she
would
drawl
,
calling
him
by
his
second
name
,
which
she
had
adopted
for
herself
as
being
more
suited
to
his
moods
when
with
her
and
more
pleasing
to
her
.
Cowperwood
had
protested
,
but
she
held
to
it
.
"
Do
you
remember
that
lovely
blue
of
the
old
man
's
coat
?
"
(
It
was
an
"
Adoration
of
the
Magi
.
"
)
"
Was
n't
that
be-yoot-i-ful
?
"
She
drawled
so
sweetly
and
fixed
her
mouth
in
such
an
odd
way
that
he
was
impelled
to
kiss
her
.
"
You
clover
blossom
,
"
he
would
say
to
her
,
coming
over
and
taking
her
by
the
arms
.
"
You
sprig
of
cherry
bloom
.
You
Dresden
china
dream
.
"
"
Now
,
are
you
going
to
muss
my
hair
,
when
I
've
just
managed
to
fix
it
?
"
The
voice
was
the
voice
of
careless
,
genial
innocence
--
and
the
eyes
.
"
Yes
,
I
am
,
minx
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
you
must
n't
smother
me
,
you
know
.
Really
,
you
know
you
almost
hurt
me
with
your
mouth
.
Are
n't
you
going
to
be
nice
to
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
sweet
.
But
I
want
to
hurt
you
,
too
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
if
you
must
.
"
