She smiled gayly. "Nearly twenty-one."

"Old enough to be in love."

She lifted her head and laughed. She had charming white teeth--small and

sharp and with enough irregularity to carry out her general suggestion

of variability. "Yes, I shall like that, when it comes," she said; "But

the chances are against it just now."

"There's Tetlow."

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