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 Her dress, which was of some thick and soft material, was close at the neck and wrists. She had the shoulders and arms of a goddess, but she never showed them. It was one of the few bits of sentiment which her mother had never laughed her out of.

In the old days, when she and Cid had had the one-sided understanding, he had begged her to keep those beauties from the eyes of the world.

"It is enough that they can see your face," he said jealously; he would almost have liked her to wear a yashmack, and keep that face for his eyes alone.

She had promised him in a weak moment never to wear the undress of ball dress, and she had kept her word.

Larkington was really pleased with the beauty and grace of the girl, and, as he had written to his mother, he thought it would be an easy as well as pleasant thing to become attached to her.

He was not much used to making love to