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the platform and she had seen his blurred form pass the snow-splashed windows and heard the sound of his steps on the boards. But that had ceased long since. It was too bad that he had behaved so badly, for he was really quite good-looking, and—and attractive, in spite of his sins. She almost wished she had not quarrelled with him; anyone's society would be preferable to this tiresome isolation. Perhaps, after all, she had been unnecessarily harsh with him; and one shouldn't hold Westerners to the civilized standards of the East. Besides—and her cheeks warmed a little at the reflection—she hadn't been absolutely guiltless herself! She had kept one of his roses that evening in the cab and had deliberately let him see it. And there was the note she had written thanking him for the luncheon, with its flirtatious postscript! That he hadn't taken that as an excuse to annoy her with attentions proved at least that he was a gentleman. In fact, until this afternoon he had really done nothing very much
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