“He was a
friend of your sister’s, was he not?”
“I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to
say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. And yet, mulling it over, he began to understand why the white man was so
powerful in the world: he was taught loyalty and fair play in his schools, and he
carried this spirit the world which his forebears had conquered. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her
step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. ’
Still the girl said nothing. Here they
would be having lunch. “I was very foolish to have been
deceived even for a moment.
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