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he quoted, with a sht,

Evelyn? You know that I love you best in blue"

She lifted her fan froo

in rose color," she said "'Tis the goore at Lady Rich's rout I

dare say you do not reh said"--She

broke off, and s The languid turn of the wrist,

the easy grace of attitude, the beauty of bared neck and tinted face, of

lowered lids and slow, faint senuine fine lady, if she

was not quite Evelyn! A breeze blowing through the open s stirred

their gay hangings of flowered cotton; the black girl sat in a corner and

sewed; the supple fingers of the hairdresser went in and out of the heavy

hair; roses in a deep blue bowl hed, so pleasant was it to sit quietly in this cool cha of the world without "My Lord of Peterborough is

nificent at compliments," he said kindly, "but 'twould be a jeweled

speech indeed that outdid your deserving, Evelyn Come, noear the

blue! I will find you white roses; you shall wear theain"