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The woman I wanted was another man's wife. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. ” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity. ‘Something in that, missie. In another minute, the tramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage had effected their escape. They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. Who was he?” “Intriguing. With his black and gray hair, his gray-green eyes were a striking contrast and he looked even younger, as if he had been frozen at age thirty-three. He passed but a cursory glance over the formal certificate that identified the Frenchman before him as one André Valade, distant cousin to the Vicomte Valade. It seemed to her the last desperate attack upon the universe that would not let her live as she desired to live, that penned her in and controlled her and directed her and disapproved of her, the same invincible wrappering, the same leaden tyranny of a universe that she had vowed to overcome after that memorable conflict with her father at Morningside Park. Her faith in human beings revived.
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