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Madeleine made her toilette with trembling hands, nevertheless with no

detail neglected. Her beautiful chestnut hair was softly parted and

arranged in a mass of graceful curls at the back of the head. She wore

a house-gown of white muslin sprigged with violets, and a long Marie

Antoinette fichu, pale green and diaphanous. Where it crossed she

fastened a bunch of violets. She looked like a vision of spring, a

grateful vision for a sick room.

When Holt tapped on her door on his way out the second time, muttering

characteristically: "Coast clear. All serene," she walked down the hall

with nothing of the primitive fierce courage she had exhibited in Five

Points. She was terrified at the ordeal before her, afraid of appearing

sentimental and silly; that he would find her less beautiful than his

memory of her, or gone off and no longer desirable. What if he should

die suddenly? Holt had told her of his agitation. This visit should

have been postponed until he had slept and recuperated. She had sent

him word to that effect but he had replied that he had no intention of

waiting.

She stood still for a few moments until she felt calmer, then turned

the knob of Masters' door and walked in.

He was sitting propped up in bed and she had an agreeable shock of

surprise. In spite of all efforts of will her imagination had persisted

in picturing him with a violent red face and red injected eyes, a loose

sardonic mouth and lines like scars. His face was very pale, his eyes

clear and bright, his hair trimmed in its old close fashion, his mouth

grimly set. Although he was very thin the lines in his cheeks were less

pronounced. He looked years older, of course, and the life he had led

had set its indelible seal upon him, but he was Langdon Masters again

nevertheless.

His eyes dilated when he saw her, but he smiled whimsically.

"So you want what is left of this battered old husk, Madeleine?" he

asked. "You in the prime of your beauty and your youth! Better think it

over."

She smiled a little, too.

"Do you mean that?"

"No, I don't! Come here! Come here!"

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