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Chapter XVII

           "Aileenwouldn’thelpmethemeanthing!"

           AileenhadsweptontoCowperwoodandhismother,whowasnearhim.Shehadremovedfromherarmtheblacksatinribbonwhichheldhertrainandkickedtheskirtslooseandfree.Hereyesgleamedalmostpleadinglyforallherhauteur,likeaspiritedcollie’s,andhereventeethshowedbeautifully.

           Cowperwoodunderstoodherprecisely,ashedidanyfine,spiritedanimal.

           "Ican’ttellyouhowniceyoulook,"hewhisperedtoher,familiarly,asthoughtherewasanoldunderstandingbetweenthem."You’relikefireandsong."

           Hedidnotknowwhyhesaidthis.Hewasnotespeciallypoetic.Hehadnotformulatedthephrasebeforehand.Sincehisfirstglimpseofherinthehall,hisfeelingsandideashadbeenleapingandplunginglikespiritedhorses.Thisgirlmadehimsethisteethandnarrowhiseyes.Involuntarilyhesquaredhisjaw,lookingmoredefiant,forceful,efficient,asshedrewnear,

           ButAileenandhersisterwerealmostinstantlysurroundedbyyoungmenseekingtobeintroducedandtowritetheirnamesondance-cards,andforthetimebeingshewaslosttoview.

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