``Do you remember it?''
She did not.
``It has a--different expression,'' he went on. ``I
don't think I'd have noticed it but for Keith. I happened
to show it to him one day, and he stared at it in
that way he has--you know?''
``Yes, I know,'' said Mildred. She was seeing those
uncanny, brilliant, penetrating eyes, in such startling
contrast to the calm, lifeless coloring and classic chiseling
of features.
``And after a while he said, `So, THAT'S Miss
Stevens!' And I asked him what he meant, and he took
one of your later photos and put the two side by side.
To my notion the later was a lot the more attractive,
for the face was rounder and softer and didn't have a
certain kind of--well, hardness, as if you had a will
and could ride rough shod. Not that you look so
frightfully unattractive.''
``I remember the picture,'' interrupted Mildred. ``It
was taken when I was twenty--just after an illness.''
``The face WAS thin,'' said Stanley. ``Keith called it
a `give away.' ''
``I'd like to see it,'' said Mildred.
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