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           Hisfacelitupwhenhesawher,andwhenEviewentoutoftheroomforamomenthecaughtherinhisarmsandwarmlykissedheronthelips.

           "Ifeelallthebetterforthat,"helaughed.

           Youwouldneverhavethoughttolookathim,soyoung,freshandingenuous,insuchhighspirits,thathewascapableofgivinghersomuchpain.Youwouldneverhavethoughtthathewassodeceitful.Itwasquiteplainthathehadnotnoticedthatformorethanafortnighthehadhardlyseenher.

           ("Oh,God,ifIcouldonlytellhimtogotohell.")

           Butshelookedathimwithagaysmileinherlovelyeyes.

           "Wherearewegoing?"

           "I’vegotatableatQuag’s.They’vegotanewturnthere,anAmericanconjurer,who’sgrand."

           Shetalkedwithvivacityallthroughsupper.Shetoldhimaboutthevariouspartiesshehadbeento,andthetheatricalfunctionsshehadnotbeenabletogetoutof,sothatitseemedonlyonaccountofherengagementsthattheyhadnotmet.Itdisconcertedhertoperceivethathetookitasperfectlynatural.Hewasgladtoseeher,thatwasplain,hewasinterestedinwhatshehadbeendoingandinthepeopleshehadseen,butitwasplainalsothathehadnotmissedher.ToseewhathewouldsayshetoldhimthatshehadhadanoffertotaketheplayinwhichshewasactingtoNewYork.Shetoldhimthetermsthathadbeensuggested.

           "They’remarvellous,"hesaid,hiseyesglittering."Whatasnip.Youcan’tloseandyoumaymakeapacket."

           "Theonlythingis,Idon’tmuchcareforleavingLondon."