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The Butterfly House

CHAPTER VI
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He thought her very lovely, and there was a subtle suggestion of something besides loveliness.

He thought that daintily mended India muslin exquisite, and also the carved corals,--bracelets on the slender wrists, a necklace--resting like a spray of flowers on the girlish neck, a comb in the soft hair which Annie had arranged becomingly and covered from her aunt's sight with a lace scarf.

She felt deceitful about her hair, but how could she help it?
The dinner was less ghastly than could have been expected after the revelation of the guest of honour and the blank consternation of the host, who made no attempt to conceal his state of mind.

Poor Wilbur had no society tricks.

Alice Mendon, who was quite cognizant of the whole matter, but was broad enough to leap to the aid of another woman, did much.


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