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14 A Far Fraud that glove! The happy glove that had been on his hand! that was moulded to its shape! that retained about it a delightful mingled aroma of dogskin leather and tobacco smoke! She did indeed manage—little fool that she was !|—to kiss it furtively once during the short moments it was in her possession; but she hastened to bring it back to him, knowing that he was in a hurry to start on his day’s sport. And when she came back he was flirting hard with pretty Mrs Willett, who was stand- ing stroking his horse’s neck and casting up killing glances out of her saucy blue eyes into his handsome face. He never even looked at Marion as he took the mended glove out of her hand. ‘Thanks awfully,’ he said, with his eyes on Mrs Willett’s pretty face, and his parting smile as he cantered off was all for her. Poor silly little Marion ! Still that day had remained a red-letter day in her memory ever since. Sometimes, meeting her about the passages or staircases, the great man would throw a careless word to her. Once he stood back to let her pass out of his mother’s boudoir as he himself was entering the room. He held the door wide open for her, and made her a mocking bow as she went by him, laying his GOMMGIOO Sp! C(O) i