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14 A Moonlight Walk. commonplace, her brow was too low for intelligence, and her locks were evidently artificially curled. The face of the girl in blue, on the other hand, grew momentarily more interesting by reason of the mingled strength and weakness which he seemed to read there. Her uncon- sciousness of his presence he discovered early to be a sham; more than once she looked at him curiously when she thought him fully occupied by his work—only once, though, did she meet his eyes, and then she instantly af- fected to be absorbed in a piece of sculpture beyond him. Her face as a possible index to her character was per- plexing and contradictory. Those quickly glancing, bril- liant eyes, the color of which seemed to constantly vary, were sympathetic, and would have been even coquettish but for a set, resolute hardness in the closing of the beau- tiful mouth. ‘The chin was white, well rounded and emi- nently kissable, curving in temptingly under the lower lip; but the pure lines of her profile were almost coldly classic in outline. Cold, too, was her bearing, and very cold, even icy, her voice when a certain would-be Lothario among her fellow-students tried to enter into conversa- tion with her on the pretext of some borrowed bread. She did not stay very long in the gallery, but having completed her sketch, left her seat and walked away to another part of the building. Something fell from her sketchbook as she rose, and, after being dragged a little way in the train of her gown, became free of it within a yard of Aylmer’s feet. It was a cabinet photograph, and as Aylmer lifted it from the ground with the intention of returning it, he saw at once that it was a portrait of her- self, and that underneath was written in a large, clear lady’s hand: “Miss Phyllis Knight.” The picture did not do her justice; but it lay in Ayl- mer’s hand; no one was looking, and all is fair in love. These considerations influenced him as he deliberately CONMIGO KS) (S@)