Tamara went dead white; she felt as if the ground were sinking beneath

her feet; her knees trembled. In all her smooth, conventionally ordered

life she had never experienced such a strong emotion.

The Prince glanced at her, and the fierceness went out of his eyes. He

bowed gravely with the most courtly homage, and left her standing by

Millicent's side.

Then Tamara remembered she was a lady, and that tenue was expected of

her; so she turned to her friend gaily and said how she was enjoying

the ball; but her fine nostrils quivered at intervals for the rest of

the night.

"Thank God!" she said to herself, when a few hours later she got into

bed--"Thank God! we are going tomorrow. I shall never see him again,

and no one shall ever know."




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