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member had some perfume in a little green atomizer with pink roses on it-Tad gave 1t to me one l Christmas. And I always squirted it on my hair when I was going to meet you because you told me once I had the sweetest hair in the world. That thrilled me awfully. Tell me about that girl, John. You didn't associate her magnetism with any particular thing about herr"
 II knew there was something" he repeated, but l couldn't quite lay hold of it. I sort Of thought it was her hands, She kind of flut- tered them. You know the way some girls do. when they talk.
 II used to wonder if those white hands of hers ned the secret of all I'd forgotten. don't remem- Der of having been conscious of any scent about her. But now it all comes back. I can close my eyes, and see her sitting there. 'She always wore black. French ] women do mostly, you know. Her hair was sort of goldy-bleached I suppose. And it used to kind of slip out from under her hat. She'd sit there. toying with a glass, and smiling quietly. Sometimes l thought it was her smile that would bring things back" Didn't you ever talk with her?" demanded Sybil.
 John raised his shoulders.
 Yes" he said heavily. T talked with her - after a while. It dbln't do any good. of course"
 "Oh. we'll" Sybil slid her arm through his. Lets talk about some thing else Come-sit down. We'll talk about me. Have I changed, John' Much, mean. Of course I've grown older."
 They sat on the divan in front of the fire, but he did not touch her. Look at me-" she commanded. ''and tell me-" She laughed.
 Talk to me tenderly," she begged. "Tell me lies."
 "Lies?" he said. 'I don't have to tell you lies, Sybil. You were an exquisite child, my dear, and now you are beautiful woman"
 She clapped her hands softly.
 Hear! Hear" she cried. Tell me more. John" And she drew closer to his sh builder.
 You were a white-souled ,hild," he said, and said it in the voice man uses when he speaks of the dead. 50 sweet and good"
 He looked deeply into her face, so that she felt herself flushing hotly. and put out her hands be- seechingly.
 "Yes," he said gravely, T should say you had changed" "But,' she stammered. "you- really don't know anything about me. Of course I've grown older. l I've lived so fiercely - and loved and hated. I suppose I have changed. I'm wiser and hard. guess"
 With a touch of unconscious CO., quetry she laid her hand on his, and l lifted her eyes, swimming now in tears.
 Marrying and having a child,' she said, changes and improves a woman. I think I am far more at tractive now then I was when l was IS. John"
 He had put her on the defensive, and she found herself growing angry with him in the first hour of their ecstasy.
 "Oh. you're ebautiful.' he cried. Its not that"
 And then he fell silent. She held his hand in her lap lift ing his fingers one by one, and let ting them drop back again.
 Then" she whispered, ''all the things you loved me for are gone? And all the lovely dreams are dead. Nothing could ever be the same again."
 Nothing is ever the same again. . he told her, and turned to meet her eyes, You've been disillusioned, | Sybil.'
 He looked at her so intently that she felt embarrassed, as if being disillusioned was like being pock- marked.
 T suppose l have" she agreed. and sighed deeply. so that he might | hn i'm c and the tragedy of her life. You