Ailsa Paige by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
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"I had such a good time," responded Ailsa, looking up radiantly. "So did I. Billy Cortlandt is the most divine dancer. Isn't Evelyn Estcourt pretty?" "She is growing up to be very beautiful some day. Stephen paid her a great deal of attention. Did you notice it?" "Really? I didn't notice it," replied Camilla without enthusiasm. "But," she added, "I _did_ notice you and Phil Berkley on the stairs. It didn't take you long, did it?" Ailsa's colour rose a trifle. "We exchanged scarcely a dozen words," she observed sedately. Camilla laughed. "It didn't take you long," she repeated, "either of you. It was the swiftest case of fascination that I ever saw." "You are absurd, Camilla." "But _isn't_ he perfectly fascinating? I think he is the most romantic-looking creature I ever saw. However," she added, folding her slender hands in resignation, "there is nothing else to him. He's accustomed to being adored; there's no heart left in him. I think it's dead." |
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