THE STRAND MAGAZINE. 
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"SOMETHING IN THE SHY GRACE OF HER MOVEMENTS, THE QUEER, HALF-FRIGHTENED SMILE, 
SEEMED TO HAVE LET LOOSE MEMORIES WHICH WERE TUGGING AT HIS H BART-STRJ N GS. ” 
Presently the audience streamed out for the 
interval. He made his wav back again to 
the promenade and came to a sudden stand- 
still* Before him on a chair the girl was seated, 
looking a little wistfully at the people who 
passed. There were traces of make-up still 
about her face ; her clothes were very simple. 
Then she saw Londe and gave a low cry. He 
came to a standstill before her, dumbfounded. 
“ It is you ! ” she murmured. 
A hot flush stole over her face. As though 
instinctively, she glanced down at her skirt. 
“ You saw me just now ? ” she murmured. 
He took a seat by her side. He was a little 
dazed. 
“ My child,” he exclaimed, a what does it 
mean ? It wasn’t really you ? ” 
She nodded. She was over her first fit of 
shyness now. 
“ The night I got home,” she explained, 
“ Monsieur Arleman came to the house. Pie 
had had too much to drink. He tried to kiss 
