The Man in Possession — page 131: what you’re looking at

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126 THE MAN IN POSSESSION. colouring in her cheeks, turned to her companion. The obdurate youth was looking at her, not critically, or with the cool observance for which he was famed, but rather with a humble and deprecating gaze as of ‘one who desires more than he dares to ask. ‘‘I told you,” he said, ‘‘that you would be a success. Are you not pleased?” ‘‘If I said ‘Yes,’ you would only say that it was because my vanity was gratified,” she answered. ‘* Besides, the success depended as much on you as on myself.” ‘‘There are some triumphs,” murmured the young man, ‘‘ that we are selfish enough to appreciate only for our own sakes. There are others which would never be worth thinking of but for the memory that they were mutual. It is for that fact I feel grateful to-night.” He held out his hand and she placed hers, slim, warm, white, within it. He stooped and kissed it, silently as one who accepts a favour. Then he turned away abruptly and she hurried off to her dressing-room, trembling, flushed, a little wondering, a little afraid. COMicloe (Sri C(O)