She was panting a little, was pale, was looking at him
with cold anger.
``You will please leave this room,'' said she.
He lit a cigarette, crossed his legs comfortably, and
looked at her with laughing eyes. ``Don't do that,'' he
said genially. ``Surely my lessons in acting haven't
been in vain. That's too obviously a pose.''
She went to the mirror, arranged her hat, and moved
toward the door. He rose and barred the way.
``You are as sensible as you are sweet and lovely,''
said he. ``Why should you insist on our being bad
friends?''
``If you don't stand aside, I'll call out to the watchman.''
``I'd never have thought you were dishonest. In
fact, I don't believe it yet. You don't look like one of
those ladies who wish to take everything and give
nothing.'' His tone and manner were most attractive.
Besides, she could not forget all he had
done for her--and all he could do for her. Said
she:
``Mr. Ransdell, if I've done anything to cause you to
misunderstand, it was unconscious.
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