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 The frown was breaking into a charming smile.

“T still know how to admire, how to appre- ciate. Come, we are still good friends, are we not?”

“Of course. But here we are at the Corner. Shall I drive you home?”

“Tt will not be putting you to any incon- venience?”

“How absurd you are.”

A young girl likes to call a man absurd, espe- cially when she knows the epithet is not appro- priate. The attitude is almost like an unmerited crown of dignity. As a rule women are not averse from decking themselves in the un- usual.

At another time he might have found some amusement in the situation, or a more serious interest; but just then his thoughts were far away, and of a truth the girl’s chatter fell on rather unsympathetic ears.

They drew up before the building, dubbed “Mansions,” where he lived, nor was she slow to note his alacrity in alighting. Women are never slow to note these things, infinitesimal

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