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Chapter 13

           "Youareaveryyoungmantobeamillionaire,"—werehernextwords,utteredwithevidentdifficulty—"Areyoumarried?"

           Ismiled,andansweredinthenegative.Herlookswanderedfrommetoherdaughter’sface—thenbacktomeagainwithasingularlyintentexpression.Finally,thepotentmagnetismofLucio’spresenceagainattractedher,andsheindicatedhimbyagesture.

           "Askyourfriend...tocomehere...andspeaktome."

           Rimânezturnedinstinctivelyatherrequest,andwithhisownpeculiarcharmandgallantgraceofbearing,cametothesideoftheparalysedlady,andtakingherhand,kissedit.

           "Yourfaceseemsfamiliartome,"—shesaid,speakingnow,asitseemed,withgreaterease—"HaveIevermetyoubefore?"

           "Dearlady,youmayhavedoneso"—herepliedindulcettonesandwithamostcaptivatinggentlenessofmanner—"Itoccurstome,nowIthinkofit,thatyearsago,Isawonce,asapassingvisionofloveliness,inthehey-dayofyouthandhappiness,HelenaFitzroy,beforeshewasCountessofElton."

           "Youmusthavebeenamereboy—achild—atthattime!"shemurmuredfaintlysmiling.

           "Notso!—foryouarestillyoung,Madame,andIamold.Youlookincredulous?Alas,whyisitIwonder,ImaynotlooktheageIam!Mostofmyacquaintancesspendagreatpartoftheirlivesintryingtolooktheagetheyarenot;andInevercameacrossamanoffiftywhowasnotproudtobeconsideredthirty-nine.

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