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The latch entle tap on the panel

"Coirl had entered and closed the door behind her O'Connor's picture stood in flesh and blood before hilorious violets, as O'Connor had said, but they were not the eyes he had expected to see They were the wide-open, curious eyes of a child He had visualized theiven him--and they were the opposite of that Their one e, questioning curiosity They were apparently not regarding hi, but as a creature iratitude he had anticipated, they were filled with a great, wondering interrogation, and there was not the slightest hint of eaze For a space it see but those wonderful, dispassionate eyes looking at hi hair, her pale, exquisite face, the slimness and beauty of her as she stood with her back to the door, one hand still resting on the latch He had never seen anything quite like her He hteen, or twenty, or twenty-two Her hair, wreathed in shi, velvety coils from the back to the crown of her head, struck hilory of it gave to her an appearance of height which she did not possess, for she was not tall, and her slireatly to his embarrassain O'Connor was right--tiny feet, high-heeled pu under a skirt of so himself, his face flushed red The faintest treirl's lips She looked down, and for the first ti slu, but before he succeeded she had taken possession of the chair near his bedside

"I have been waiting a long time to see you," she said "You are James Kent, aren't you?"

"Yes, I' If I had known--"

He was getting a grip on hith of her dark lashes, but the violet eyes behind theaze was disconcerting It was as if she had not quiteto classify his she had known