He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. ’ Joan nodded, her face still averted. I am not French in the least. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts about feminine instinct. Then for a time she sat very still. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging.
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