"What a tragic little voice! You really are done up. I couldn't help dropping in for a minute; but of course if you say so I'll be off." She was removing her long gloves and he took her hands and drew her close. "Only take off your veil, and let me see you." A quiver of resistance ran through her: he felt it and dropped her hands. "Please don't tease. I never could bear it," she stammered, drawing away. "Till to-morrow, then; that is, if the dress-makers permit." She forced a laugh. "If I showed myself now you might not come back to-morrow. I look perfectly hideous—it was so hot and they kept
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