. The Ladies' home journal. ont of her was on the stage, under the lights, thepearls of the headdress touched her cheekand she tossed back the ermine lappets of hersleeves and saw her hand coming small frilled cuff of the embroidered under-sleeve. Watching Carolines interpretation,she had forgotten her own. Now Hildabrought it startlingly to life. She—she thought Madame, and she cried, Who taught her this?No one, said little upstart. How dare she?For the second time that day, Lion dancedwith Hilda. Take it calmly, he whisperedto her. You can do it, easily. He did
. The Ladies' home journal. ont of her was on the stage, under the lights, thepearls of the headdress touched her cheekand she tossed back the ermine lappets of hersleeves and saw her hand coming small frilled cuff of the embroidered under-sleeve. Watching Carolines interpretation,she had forgotten her own. Now Hildabrought it startlingly to life. She—she thought Madame, and she cried, Who taught her this?No one, said little upstart. How dare she?For the second time that day, Lion dancedwith Hilda. Take it calmly, he whisperedto her. You can do it, easily. He did not know the half of what Hildacould do and, as he danced with her, he be-gan to be puzzled. It was different fromCaroline. As they danced, he felt Hilda drawmore and more away from him and he won-dered more and more why, until he saw thatshe was in part; he was not Lion, he was theimportunate Nobleman and she the aloofLady. That piqued him. Lion knew, without a shadow of doubt,of his effect on Hilda. He had had adulation. Gimme a roll of Scotch Tape-1 lost me handcuffs. lope it easy with SCOTCH TAPE
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