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THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY.
"She came here yesterday, and spent the night. But this morning she started for Rome."
Caspar Goodwood was not looking at her; his eyes were fastened on the doorstep.
"Oh, she started" he stammered. And without finishing his phrase, or looking up, he turned away.
Henrietta had come out, closing the door behind her, and now she put out her hand and grasped his arm.
"Look here, Mr. Goodwood," she said; "just you wait!"
On which he looked up at her.
THE END.
