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           Sheshothimaglanceandthenmodestlyloweredhereyes.Hefellbackandshewasconsciousthathewasfollowingher.Itwasallright.Shestoppedtolookintoashopwindowandhestoppedtoo.Sheknewhowtobehavenow.Shepretendedtobeabsorbedinthegoodsthatweredisplayed,butjustbeforeshemovedongavehimaquickflashofherfaintlysmilingeyes.Hewasrathershort,helookedlikeaclerkorashop-walker,heworeagreysuitandabrownsofthat.Hewasnotthemanshewouldhavechosentobepickedupby,butthereitwas,hewasevidentlytryingtopickherup.Sheforgotthatshewasbeginningtofeeltired.Shedidnotknowwhatwouldhappennext.Ofcourseshewasn’tgoingtoletthethinggotoofar,butshewascurioustoseewhathisnextstepwouldbe.Shewonderedwhathewouldsaytoher.Shewasexcitedandpleased;itwasaweightoffhermind.Shewalkedonslowlyandsheknewhewasclosebehindher.Shestoppedatanothershopwindow,andthistimewhenhestoppedhewasclosebesideher.Herheartbegantobeatwildly.Itwasreallybeginningtolooklikeanadventure.

           "Iwonderifhe’llaskmetogotoahotelwithhim.Idon’tsupposehecouldaffordthat.Acinema.That’sit.Itwouldberatherfun."

           Shelookedhimfullinthefacenowandverynearlysmiled.Hetookoffhishat.

           "MissLambert,isn’tit?"

           Shealmostjumpedoutofherskin.Shewasindeedsotakenabackthatshehadnotthepresenceofmindtodenyit.