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"I think, Tony, you'd be even less successful than Tiger, and more

sorry for yourself than he is after your very first attempt," she

responded

"So perhaps I'd better nota pat on the neck afterwards," laughed Tony

There was pride and adirl who had promised to marry him He was the owner of many

priceless art treasures, none of which, however, was half as beautiful

in his eyes as Myra Rostrevor

Her beauty was unique, and even in an assembly of lovely women she

would have attracted attention Yet her features were not classically

perfect, her small nose had the faintest suspicion of tip-tilt, and

there was nothing stately or majestic about her No one had ever

cooddess, but even artists raved about her

beauty and char her

portrait

She was slim but shapely Her hair was the auburn that Titian loved to

paint, with a golden glealed

and failed to escape Her complexion, innocent of powder or cosmetics,