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Anger, curiosity, interest; these sensations blanketed one another

quickly, leaving only interest, which was Courtlandt's normal state of

mind when he saw a pretty woman It did not require very keen scrutiny on

his part to arrive swiftly at the conclusion that this one was not quite

in the picture Her cheeks were not red with that redness which has a

perht Nor

had her lips found their scarlet moisture from out the depths of certain

little porcelain boxes Decidedly she was out of place here, yet she

evinced no embarrassthened

"Why do you think I a

"Oh, when one talks to one's self, strikes the table, wastes good wine,

the inference is but natural So, Monsieur is lonely"

Her lips and eyes, as grave and smileless as his own, puzzled him An

adventure? He looked at some of the other women Those he could

understand, but this one, no At all ti to smile, yet to

draw her out he realized that he ravity unbroken The

situation was not usual His gaze came back to her

"Is the comparison favorable to me?" she asked

"It is What is loneliness?" he demanded cynically

"Ah, I could tell you," she answered "It is the longing to be with the