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PRETTY MARQUISE.
The two friends walked through a sort of opera-bouffe to find her; music playing, a swaying crowd, bright lights, bright eyes, pretty women, a glimpse of dancers footing it over a polished floor in a room beyond--a hundred colors flashing and changing, as the groups shifted, before the eye could take in the composition of the picture.

A sudden thrill of exhilaration rioted in John's pulses, and he trembled like a child before the gay disclosure of a Christmas tree.

Meredith swore to himself that he would not have known him for the man of five minutes agone.

Two small, bright red spots glowed in his cheeks; he held himself erect with head thrown back and shoulders squared, and the idolizing Tom thought he looked as a king ought to look at the acme of power and dominion.