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Chapter XVIII

           ByGeorge,howwonderful!Whatagirl!

           "Isupposeyourdance-listisfulltooverflowing.Letmesee."Hewasstandingbeforeherandshewasholdingoutthelittleblue-bordered,gold-monogrammedbooklet.Anorchestrawasplayinginthemusicroom.Thedancewouldbeginshortly.Thereweredelicatelyconstructed,gold-tintedchairsaboutthewallsandbehindpalms.

           Helookeddownintohereyesthoseexcited,life-loving,eagereyes.

           "You’requitefullup.Letmesee.Nine,ten,eleven.Well,thatwillbeenough.Idon’tsupposeIshallwanttodanceverymuch.It’snicetobepopular."

           "I’mnotsureaboutnumberthree.Ithinkthat’samistake.Youmighthavethatifyouwish."

           Shewasfalsifying.

           "Itdoesn’tmattersomuchabouthim,doesit?"

           Hischeeksflushedalittleashesaidthis.

           "No."

           Herownflamed.

           "Well,I’llseewhereyouarewhenit’scalled.You’redarling.I’mafraidofyou."Heshotalevel,interpretiveglanceintohereyes,thenleft.Aileen’sbosomheaved.Itwashardtobreathesometimesinthiswarmair.

           WhilehewasdancingfirstwithMrs.CowperwoodandlaterwithMrs.SenecaDavis,andstilllaterwithMrs.

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