The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. He stood away from her. “I believe,” he said slowly, “that I shall do best to throw myself upon your consideration and tell you the truth. “A man like that taints a girl by looking at her, by his mere conversation. . Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. . You are not playing to-night, are you?” “Not to-night,” she answered. ” “Yes,” she said, and abruptly she liked him enormously.
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