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FOR AS LONG as she Nved,
Mari Barat would never forget
the few, moments, that circum-
scribed her meeting with Tony
Castle.
Cool, clipped. casual mSments.
Herself, betraying not in the
slightest the sickening wave that
engulfed her when. she looked up
to see him standing at her side.
Giving him her hand with no more
than the most casual cordially,
she had said, "Tony, how nice to
see you'll" n.e,.s ssl.s,,, s.,sa,a Say
Tony had murmured something.
Strange that she couldn't remem-
her what it was. Yet she could
remember every detail Of the
table atethe Ritz. The peppermint
waters on silver dish Her little
white and gold coffee cup on the
saucer with ashes omit. The
greenish hue Of Mrs. Sutherland's
back. A spot Of coffee on the
smooth suede Of her glove.
Mrs. Sutherland had talked
about knowing Tony since he was
painter. Tony had smiled at
her with that charming deferen-
tial smile that had won her own
heart. The prolonged agony Of
those few moments, being with
him in moment that she had
lived for. And they were only
casual strangers who met for a
moment at a luncheon table.
fare you going to be in Amer
lea for long?"
I'm sailing Friday" she had
said defensively. She hadn't been
sure what she should have said.
She had wanted to say. "For a
little longer, Tony. Please come
and see me! I want to know
about you" But she hadn't said
it. &>
Then he had said, IT'D like to
call if you. :"
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had let it go. She had seen his
expressionless eyes,. She hadn't
seen his glance fall to Marks
hand which covered hers on the
table. She saw only that Tony
had no feeling for her. He didn't
seem to be glad to see her.
Then Mrs. Sutherland had said
that surely Tony would be proud
Of her.
Hastily, then, Mari had said
something about being late for
the matinee. And Tony had bowed
to her, said he was indeed proud
of her. ,s 1919: ss
Then he was gone. And with
him the last fame Of her hope.
She had bowed, smiled at new
acquaintance at the matinee, lent
her ear, but not her attention, to
the stage at which she stared un-
seeingly. i; ,ssa
y Tony would return to the shop.
Perhaps he'd say to his secretary,
Remember Mary Barrett? i met
her today. She was lunching at
the Ritz. Let me see the proofs
of the ad for the TIMES tomor-
row."
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Tony Castle, leaving the Ritz,
turned south and struck east to
the Yale club. ~
"A double Scotch" he said to
the bartender.
He slipped it slowly, seeing in
the amber liquid head Of copper
curls. The ice striking against
the glass reminded him Of a silver
tinkle of laughter in a voice that
was now cool and clipped.
He rested his elbows on the bar,
feeling WEAKNESS that was deep
within him. Again he saw a mans
bronzed hand close over a small
white one that had held the
strings of his heart.
T. Another one. Same thing" he
said to the bartender, showing his
empty glass across the bar.
He drank the second one quick
ly and the darkness in his soul
lightened. He would see her once
more. She wasn't sailing for five
days. She was staying at the
Sutherland place. The operator
would give him the number and