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or dress thefr hafr properly:—^it was so strange,
too, in a person who, in all other matters, was
the very queen of fashion, the very head and
front of the most perfect worldliness.
It was very late and dayUght quite when Lady
HUda, contrary to her custom, left the baU; she
had been happy with a warmth and feverishness
of happiness altogether new to her; nothing
more had passed between them, but they had
been together aU the night, although never
alone.
She stood a moment in the doorway facing
the daylight. Most women are ruined by such a
test; she looked but the fafrer for it, with the
sunrise flush touching her cheeks, and the pearls
and the diamonds in her hair.
" I may come to you early," he murmured, as
she paused that instant on the step.
" Yes—no. No : I shaU be tfred. Wait till
the evening. You ai'e coming to Mila."
The words were a denial; but on her Ups t'lere
was sweetness, and in her eyes a soft emotion as
she moved onward and downward to the carriage.
He was not dissatisfied nor dismayed. As
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