"
"Repented of what?" I asked quickly.
"That you have moved a little out of the rut, that you have taken a hand,
even if it is a dummy's hand, in the game of life! Do you wish to draw
back?"
"No!" I answered.
"Do you wish to be relieved of Leslie Guest? I could arrange it; it would
be a matter of a few hours only."
"No!" I answered again. "I wish for one thing only!"
"And that?"
"You know!" I declared.
She turned a little way from me.
"I am not a magician," she declared.
"And yet you know," I answered. "A woman always does! I have no idea
what these ties are, which seem to bind you to a life of mystery and
double-dealing, but I should like to cut them loose. You have talked to
me of ambition, of a larger life, where excitement and tragedy walk hand
in hand! I should like to sweep all that away. I should like to convert
you to my point of view."
She looked at me curiously. Never in my experience of her sex had I seen
any one who varied so quickly in appearance, who seemed to pass with such
effortless facility from the girl with the Madonna-like face and dreamy
eyes, to the thoughtful and scheming woman of the world.
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