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When he had fought what he considered two rattling rounds, Harrigan

conceded that his cravat had once ot the decision over him on

points And the cravat was only a second-rater, too, a black-silk affair

He tossed up the sponge and went down to the dining-roo like the four points of a battered weather-vane His

wife and daughter and Mademoiselle Fournier were already at their table by

the caseranite mask

of Napoleon across Lecco

At the villa there were seldo

quite the capacity of the little hotel These generally took refuge here

in order to escape the noise and confusion of a large hotel, to avoid the

necessity of dining in state every night Few of the

dress, save on occasions when they were entertaining The villa wasn't at

all fashionable, and the run of A theof the fa the water-front Of course, everybody came up for the view, just as

everybody went up the Corner Grat (by cable) at Zermatt to see the

Matterhorn But for all its apparent dulness, there, was always an English

duchess, a Russian princess, or a lady fro after a strenuous winter along the Riviera Nora

Harrigan sought it not only because she loved the spot, but because it

sheltered her from idle curiosity It was aluests