A faint color grew under her tan, and waned, but her eyes wavered not the breadth of a hair.

It was the colonel who finally was forced to turn his gaze elsewhere, chagrined.

His face was not unfamiliar to her.
"Beauty is a fickle goddess," remarked Ducwitz tritely, settling himself firmly in the saddle.

"In giving, she is as blind as a bat.

I know a duchess now--but never mind." "Let us be going forward," interrupted the duke.