She turned her eyes to him again, and saw her late friend and pleasant and trusted companion, who had seen fit suddenly to change into a lover, babbling interesting inacceptable things. “I remember when you walked me home. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. But it is not your name. They went to the gate and stopped there, gabbed with their men, and didn’t even dismount. “Perhaps for myself I do not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having been deceived.
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