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She _is_ attractive, isn't she ?" "Very fetching," he said, leaning down to examine his stirrup leathers which he had already lengthened twice.

"I've got to have Cummins punch these again," he muttered; "or am I growing queer-legged in my old age ?" As he straightened up, Miss Erroll said: "Here comes Mr.Fane now--with a strikingly pretty girl.

How beautifully they are mounted"-- smilingly returning Fane's salute--"and she--oh! so you _do_ know her, Captain Selwyn?
Who is she ?" Crop raised mechanically in dazed salute, Selwyn's light touch on the bridle had tightened to a nervous clutch which brought his horse up sharply.
"What is it ?" she asked, drawing bridle in her turn and looking back into his white, stupefied face.
"Pain," he said, unconscious that he spoke.