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F. A. Cowperwood, Guardian

           Berenicetookthemailwithanengagingsmile.Shesaunteredpasthimreading,withoutsomuchasaglance.Presentlyheheardhervoicewithin.

           "Mother,theHaggertyshaveinvitedmeforthelastweekinAugust.IhavehalfamindtocutTuxedoandgo.IlikeBessHaggerty."

           "Well,you’llhavetodecidethat,dearest.AretheygoingtobeatTarrytownorLoonLake?"

           "LoonLake,ofcourse,"cameBerenice’svoice.

           Whataworldofsocialdoingsshewasinvolvedin,thoughtCowperwood.Shehadbegunwell.TheHaggertyswererichcoal-mineoperatorsinPennsylvania.HarrisHaggerty,towhosefamilyshewasprobablyreferring,wasworthatleastsixoreightmillion.Thesocialworldtheymovedinwashigh.

           TheydroveafterdinnertoTheSaddler,atSaddler’sRun,whereadanceand"moonlightpromenade"wastobegiven.Onthewayover,owingtotheremotenessofBerenice,Cowperwoodforthefirsttimeinhislifefelthimselftobegettingold.Inspiteofthevigorofhismindandbody,herealizedconstantlythathewasoverfifty-two,whileshewasonlyseventeen.Whyshouldthislureofyouthcontinuetopossesshim?Sheworeawhiteconcoctionoflaceandsilkwhichshowedapairofsmoothyoungshouldersandaslender,queenly,inimitablymodeledneck.Hecouldtellbythesleeklinesofherarmshowstrongshewas.

           "Itisperhapstoolate,"hesaidtohimself,incomment."Iamgettingold.

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