Hearts and Masks by Harold MacGrath
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"Now, that has a plausible sound," she admitted, folding her hands under her chin. "It must be an interesting life. _Presto--change_! and all that." "Oh, I find it rather monotonous in the winter; but in the summer it is fine. Then I wander about the summer resorts and give exhibitions." "You will pardon my niece," interpolated the old gentleman, coughing a bit nervously. "If she annoys you--" "Uncle!"--reproachfully. "Heaven forfend!" I exclaimed eagerly. "There is a charm in doing unconventional things; and most people do not realize it, and are stupid." "Thank you, sir," said the girl, smiling. She was evidently enjoying herself; so was I, for that matter. "Do a trick for me," she commanded presently. I smiled weakly. I couldn't have done a trick with the cards,--not if my life had depended upon it. But I rather neatly extricated myself from the trap. "I never do any tricks out of business hours." "Uncle, give the gentleman ten cents; I want to see him do a sleight-of-hand trick." |
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