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The Odds - And Other Stories by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell
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the first time that those eyes had looked into hers.

The moment passed. He bent himself over the table, poised for a stroke,
which she saw him execute a second later with a delicacy that thrilled
her strangely. Full well did she remember the deftness and the steadiness
of those brown hands. Had they not held her up, sustained her, in the
greatest crisis of her life?

Her heart throbbed on again with hard, uneven strokes. She was straining
her ears for the sound of his voice--that voice that had once spoken to
her quivering soul, pleading with her that she would at their next
meeting treat him--without prejudice. The memory thrilled through her.
This was the man for whose coming she had waited so long!

He had straightened himself again, and was coming round the table to
follow up his stroke. Fletcher Hill spoke at her shoulder.

"Sit down!" he said. "There is room here."

There was a small space on the corner of the raised settee that ran along
the side of the room. Dot and Adela sat down together. Hill stood beside
them, looking over the faces of the men present, with keen eyes that
missed nothing.

Dot sat palpitating, her hands clasped before her, seeing only the great
figure that leaned over the table for another stroke. Would he look at
her again? Would he remember her? Would he speak?

Fascinated, she watched him. He executed his stroke, again with that
steady confidence, that self-detachment, that seemed to set him apart
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