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he was interesting His directness attracted her, his

independent ainst hers

"I don't think brains matter," she said

"What does , half-jeering voice

She turned to hie or not," she

said

"Courage for what?" asked her uncle

"For everything"

Toh Thefaces Skrebensky waited She was

speaking for hihed her uncle

She disliked him at that moment

"She doesn't practice what she preaches," said her father,

stirring in his chair and crossing one leg over the other "She

has courage for hty little"

But she would not answer Skrebensky sat still, waiting His

face was irregular, ally, flattish, with a rather thick

nose But his eyes were pellucid, strangely clear, his brown

hair was soft and thick as silk, he had a slight ht, beautiful Beside him, her

Uncle Tom looked full-blown, her father seemed uncouth Yet he

reminded her of her father, only he was finer, and he seely