As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. She has an excellent remedy for a sprain. It’s the feinting tricks you have to watch for. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. “I love some one else. “I love your sister. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. "I never wear false whiskers," went on O'Higgins. But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored. Every article in the trunk was fully known to her, through a recounting of the list by the doctor. “David,” she said, “you are not a coward, are you?” “I do not know,” he muttered.
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