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Good-bye." She stretched out one of her amazingly white hands across the table, giving him a friendly leave-taking and welcome all in one frank handshake; and left him standing there, the fresh contact still cool in his palm.
Nina came in presently to find him seated before the fire, one hand shading his eyes; and, as he prepared to rise, she rested both arms on his shoulders, forcing him into his chair again.
"So you've bewitched Eileen, too, have you ?" she said tenderly.

"Isn't she the sweetest little thing ?" "She's--ah--as tall as I am," he said, blinking at the fire.
"She's only nineteen; pathetically unspoiled--a perfect dear.

Men are going to rave over her and--_not_ spoil her.

Did you ever see such hair ?--that thick, ruddy, lustrous, copper tint ?--and sometimes it's like gold afire.