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and leaning back against ii. .4.. ..nc-
ed in some excitement:
"The lady who brought Her Sacri-
fice' is here!"
Mr.. Merrol looked up. Into his
blue eyes, flashed an eager light, and
he cried: "Show her in"
Eyes sir" said the stenographer,
opening the door.
"She gave no name?" called Mr..
Merrol, staying her.
"No--"
He nodded and the door closed be-
hind the stenographer.H pushed some
loose papers aside, clearing the space
directly before him, and then he brush
ed hand over his light hair careless
ly and adjusted his collar.
When presently the door opened
again to admit his visitor he leaped
to his feet and advanced with out
stretched hand.
She was very young. He realized
that with gasp. She looked barely
seventeen, for she was slender, 1.-the,
almost boyish. But she was very
beautiful, too, with an alluring, fas-
cinating, feminine beauty.
She had skin that was like warm
ivory and dark hair and huge gray
eyes with black pupils. They were
shaded by thick black lashes, curled
upward at the ends, and in them was
an expression of brooding discomfort
that seemed to be habitual.
Her red mouth sulked, too. Very
red it was. Her slender face was
oval. Her nose was short and straight.
She wore long coat of sables and a
sort of Tam-o'-Shanter shaped hat
of the same shade to match. In the
side of the hat was large silk rose.
She carried a huge sable muff
Mr.. Merrol,, staring almost rudely,
set a chair for her at the side of his
desk.
"You are not going to try to make
me believe that you wrote Her Sac
rifice'?" he said, by way of beginning
"No, said she, 81 am not. l am
not going to discuss the question of
authorship. There is no name on the
manuscript. There will be no name !
on the book, if it is published"
But you are authorized to dispose '
of it?" he suggested curiously.
EYES,"
She opened her coat. Underneath |
she wore blouse of silken stuff-the ,
same shade as the rose in her hat
And a very faint fragrance drifted !
from her.
"The arrangement you suggest is
rather unusual" said Mr.. Merrol.
Ordinarily, when book is published
anonymously, the publishers are in
the secret. A concern like Merrol's
is reliable, you know. And to print
a book without being assured of
right to it would be venture. Be-
sides, there is the matter of checks"
Her eyes-strange, dark, brooding
eyes-rested on him curiously.
"Are you thinking of publishing the
book" she asked
I'VE are very anxious to publish it,"
he admitted, smiling. "This may not |
he good business policy, but, frankly,
we are enthusiastic over it. We have
been waiting impatiently for you to t
come back" t
Il meant to give you plenty of {
time to reach decision" she said. I
q For obvious reasons l did not want /
to come here oftener than was alb y
necessary"
He nodded. And they regarded
each other with interest. He was t
as fair as she was dark. They form
ed pleasing contrast. His hair was
blond, his eyes were blue, with smile
in them.
His skin was clear, inclined to pink /
ness, but his face was not lacking in
strength despite it's boyishness. He
looked no more than twenty-three or /
four, although he was large and we'll d
made.
"May I ask if the story is founded +"
on truth?" he said abruptly breaking i
a short silence. She frowned.
"Is that necessary question:"
"No," he admitted.
81 prefer" said she, "to say as lit h
tie about it-as little about the author t
as will serve. You have the manu- +
script. l shall expect you to do the
fair thing about terms. Is there any S
thing else to settle?" il
He thought he had never seen so h
person. She was as t
He reached for pad and
pencil. a
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