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tired. Wade's heart flooded with sympathy. That she should be forced to go to bed without anything to eat was a crime against humanity! Something would have to be done about it! And while sympathy and indignation consumed him the occupant of the chair in front of him swung around revealing the features of the maid. She leaned across and spoke to the Girl, in French, and Wade was glad the next moment that he had moved his gaze, for the Girl's glance swept past him as she looked up and replied in the same language. Wade, his gaze fixed intently on a bald head far down the aisle, wished he hadn't forgotten all the French he had ever learned. Whatever had been said, the maid seemed satisfied and turned back again. The Girl returned to her magazine. Wade's regard returned to the Girl.
She was no less beautiful today than she had been that evening in the opera house box, but she looked a little less regal, a little more human, and, to Wade, a bit
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