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Chapter 8

           "Ah,nowyouareonlyjoking!"Isaidwithanindulgentsmile."Youknowthatinyourheartyouthinkverydifferently!"

           Shemadenoanswer,asjustthenthecurtainwentupagain,disclosingtheunclean‘lady’ofthepiece,"havingagoodtimeallround"onboardaluxuriousyacht.Duringtheunnaturalandstilteddialoguewhichfollowed,Iwithdrewalittlebackintotheshadowofthebox,andallthatself-esteemandassuranceofwhichIhadbeensuddenlydeprivedbyaglanceatLadySibyl’sbeauty,camebacktome,andaperfectlystolidcoolnessandcomposuresucceededtothefirstfeverishexcitementofmymind.IrecalledLucio’swords—"IbelieveLadySibylisforsale"—andIthoughttriumphantlyofmymillions.Iglancedattheoldearl,abjectlypullingathiswhitewhiskerswhilehelistenedanxiouslytowhatwereevidentlymoneyschemespropoundedbyLucio.ThenmygazecamebackappraisinglytothelovelycurvesofLadySibyl’smilk-whitethroat,herbeautifularmsandbosom,herrichbrownhairoftheshadeofaripechestnut,herdelicatehaughtyface,languideyesandbrilliantcomplexion—andImurmuredinwardly—"Allthislovelinessispurchaseable,andIwillpurchaseit!"Atthatveryinstantsheturnedtomeandsaid—

           "YouarethefamousMrTempest,areyounot?"

           "Famous?"Iechoedwithadeepsenseofgratification—"Well—Iamscarcelythat—yet!Mybookisnotpublished..."

           Hereyebrowsarchedthemselvessurprisedly.

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