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 heard?" she said, with an indicative glance at her black taffeta.

"Oh yes."

"Have you forgiven me, Jimmie?"

Of course. But it was pretty tough at the start."

"I was a fool."

"So was I," he replied, not over-gallantly.

"Then you are cured?"

"Absolutely!" He said it with a smile. Did she expect to wind him around her finger again?

"Isn't that splendid! Then we can be friends like we used to be. I'm changed, Jim, and so are you. Your face shows it. If you had come to the house the next day I believe I should have married you. And now I'm glad you didn't. Let's suppose I married you. To-day both of us would be desperately unhappy. We are not mates, never in this world. I liked you as much as any man. We knew the same people, went to the same houses, and all that. You were the best-looking man of the lot and the straightest. But the kindest thing I ever did was to break with you that last moment. Aren't we human beings funny?"