His Other Wife: A Novel — page 117: what you’re looking at

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GORDON WARREN’S PUPIL. 109 _‘*How charming! Of course I will come!” she cried, joyously, and, pushing away her drawing, she ran out to get her wraps. | Warren turned himself so as to have a full look at Leda, whose gaze he had felt burning through the air dur- ing his low converse with the girl. Mrs. Croft’s face was a curious study at the moment that his eyes rested on it. She still held her book up, but her glance swept over the page to read far different characters than its printed lines. The beautiful soft curves of her mouth had become set in tense lines, and a passionate gleam darkened the luster of her dilating eyes. As his look met hers her face became violently suffused, and she turned it abruptly from him toward the window by which she was seated. He went out of the room, leaving the husband and wife to a /ef-a- fefe—if they pleased. After a space of silence Mr. Croft dropped his magazine, and said, sardonically : ‘Are you planning a match for these two, Leda?” ‘¢-What on earth put such an idea into your head?” ex- claimed Mrs. Croft, with an almost savage surprise. | ‘‘Only the fact of your having him out here so con- stantly. It wouldn’t be a bad idea either; the sooner we are rid of the girl the better, I should say.” ‘*T hope you don’t imagine that I shall concern myself in the least about her, whether she stays or goes? She is ” a subject of profound indifference to me.” ‘‘Tt is more than she appears to be to our young friend, Warren, ” Eomicbooks.¢o 3