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The Recompense

           Andhereshewasto-nightonwhaterrand?Henotedhercostumeofbrownsilkandvelvethowwellitseemedtosuggesthercat-likegrace!

           "Youbringmehere,"shereplied,withanindefinablesomethinginhervoicewhichwasatonceachallengeandaconfession."IthoughtfromwhatIhadjustbeenreadingthatyoumightreallyneedmenow."

           "Youmean—?"heinquired,lookingatherwithvivideyes.Therehepaused.

           "ThatIhavemadeupmymind.Besides,Ioughttopaysometime."

           "Berenice!"beexclaimed,reproachfully.

           "No,Idon’tmeanthat,either,"shereplied."Iamsorrynow.IthinkIunderstandyoubetter.Besides,"sheadded,withasuddengaietythathadatouchofself-consolationinit,"Iwantto."

           "Berenice!Truly?"

           "Can’tyoutell?"shequeried.

           "Well,then,"hesmiled,holdingouthishands;and,tohisamazement,shecameforward.

           "Ican’texplainmyselftomyselfquite,"sheadded,inahurriedlow,eagertone,"butIcouldn’tstayawayanylonger.Ihadthefeelingthatyoumightbegoingtolosehereforthepresent.ButIwantyoutogosomewhereelseifyouhavetoLondonorParis.Theworldwon’tunderstandusquitebutIdo."

           "Berenice!"Hesmotheredhercheekandhair.

           "Notsoclose,please.Andtherearen’ttobeanyotherladies,unlessyouwantmetochangemymind.

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