"I love the sound of your voice," she said.
She was wrested from him by Bill Bardin.

When he would have retrieved her Terry Stamper had secured her notice.

So through another dance he stood aloof against the wall, moody now.

It might be only social finesse in Pearl but she was showing to others the same pleased vivacity she had shown to him.

Could it be she did not yet understand?
Had she possibly not divined that they two were now forever apart from the trivial world?
They danced again.
"Don't you feel as if we'd always known each other ?" he demanded.
"Sure, kid!" breathed Pearl.
It was after still another dance--she had meantime floated in the arms of a mere mill foreman.