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A Sheraton sideboard was art Even certain forh he was not fond of them And Natalie was--art Even

if she represented the creative instincts of her dressmaker and her

milliner, and not her own--he did not like a Louis XV sofa the less that

it had not carved itself

Possibly Natalie appealed then to his collective instinct, he had not

analyzed it He only knew that he liked being with her, and he was not

annoyed, certainly, by the fact that he knew their constant proxi a certain amount of comment

So: "You are very beautiful," he said with his appraising glance full on

her "You are quite the loveliest worown son?"

"I am not a boy myself, you know"

"What has that to do with it?"

He hesitated, then laughed a little

"I don't know," he said "I didn't mean to say that, exactly Of course,

that fact is that I'me

as fast as possible As it is--"

The coquetry which is a shallooman's substitute for passion stirred

in her

"Well? I'm awfully interested"