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Chapter 23

           "Doyoulikeher?"Sibylqueried.

           "Verymuch.Sheischarming."

           "And...theprince...doeshelikeher?"

           "Well,uponmyword,"Iansweredwithasmile—"Ithinkhelikeshermorethanhedoesmostwomen!Heshowedthemostextraordinarydeferencetowardsher,andseemedalmostabashedinherpresence.Areyoucold,Sibyl?"Iaddedhastily,forsheshiveredsuddenlyandherfacegrewpale—"Youhadbettercomeawayfromtheriver—itisdampunderthesetrees."

           "Yes—letusgobacktothegardensandthesunshine;"—sheanswereddreamily—"Soyoureccentricfriend—thewoman-hater—findssomethingtoadmireinMavisClare!ShemustbeaveryhappycreatureIthink—perfectlyfree,famous,andbelievinginallgoodthingsoflifeandhumanity,ifonemayjudgefromherbooks."

           "Well,takenaltogether,lifeisn’tsoverybad!"Iobservedplayfully.

           Shemadenoreply—andwereturnedtothelawnswhereafternoonteawasnowbeingservedtotheguests,whowereseatedinbrilliantscatteredgroupsunderthetreesorwithinthesilkenpavilions,whilethesweetestmusic—andthestrangest,ifpeoplehadonlyhadearstohearit—bothvocalandinstrumental,wasbeingperformedbythoseinvisibleplayersandsingerswhosesecretwhereaboutswasunknowntoall,saveLucio.

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