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"What isn't true?"
"The statement that she is the prettiest girl in New York."
"How can you say that, when you admit you've never seen her?"
"I can say it with a perfectly clear conscience, Miss Guile," said
he, and was filled with delight when she bit her lip as a sign of
acknowledgment.
"Oh, here comes the tea," she cried, with a strange eagerness in her
voice. "I am so glad." She scrambled gracefully out of her rug and
arose to her feet.
"Aren't you going to have some?" he cried.
"Yes," she said, quite pointedly. "In my room, Mr. Schmidt," and
before he could get to his feet she was moving away without so much
as a nod or smile for him. Indeed, she appeared to have dismissed him
from her thoughts quite as completely as from her vision. He
experienced a queer sensation of shrivelling.
At dinner that night, she failed to look in his direction, a
circumstance that may not appear extraordinary when it is stated that
she purposely or inadvertently exchanged seats with Mrs. Gaston and
sat with her back to the table occupied by R.


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