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238 Hobart Herald through him. He wished, however, that she would catch up the strands about her neck. It looked unkempt. “I might be more ’n less. I knew yo u ’d have the door open waitin’ , Hil’, you couldn’t bear to keep me out after,— well after— ” she went on unconsciously, with a brave little lift of the voice. “Take this wine,” he interrupted her, extending the cup. “Thanks, no, but I ’d like somethin’ , I guess a cigarette ’11 d o ’s well ’s anything. You were always good, H il’, exceptin’ “ she looked at her right hand, w ith a twitch at her lips, “ you were always generous though, I’ve known men who weren’t so kind of nice. You,” she laughed, “ You were different!” W ith an admir ing glance of scrutiny, ending with the briar, “A pipe aint in keepin with m e— y e t .” She gave an involuntary gasp of breath. Taking a stick with glowing t i p from the fire, she lit the cigarette. She tossed it back again. Then surveying the cigarette— held piquantly, with quizzical eyes, “You hate m e !” “D o I” he asked with a start, \I hadn’t thought about it.” A better sort of amusement came to her lips. “Yes, you do,” as if informing him of a secret, \but I don’t mind, it don’t matter much with me. I ’m, I ’m really asocial outcast.” So was he— that was a certain bond. He didn’t want bonds. “You are changed!” He hadn’t caught her face in th a t light before— her eyes appeared to have cried a great deal, her lips looked, on the contrary, as if they might laugh too easily. “You said that before, it’s flat now'.\ Blowing the ash from the cigarette and then inhaling deeply, “So you’re going to get married! Is she after your money t o o ?\ “I should say n o t!” He got up and thrust his hands in his pockets. She chuckled, “Think as much o f yourself as ever. Y o u ’ve not changed a deal, got more money than ever!” She inter cepted the retort b y putting up her palm— almost over his lips. “I’m not here for that. I ’m here to tell you something else.” He was noticing a scar on her hand.
