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The mirror flashed back a smile. Margaret was strangely interested in the mirror. "She has ringlets in her hair," sang Margaret happily  a low, half hushed little song. She held up a strand of it to demonstrate this fact. "There's a dimple in her chin"  and, indeed, there was. THE MIRROR FLASHED BACK A SMILE MARGARET WAS STRANGELY INTERESTED IN THE MIRROR SHE HAS RINGLETS IN HER HAIR SAYING MARGARET HAPPILY A LOW HALF HUSHED LITTLE SONG SHE HELD UP A STRAND OF IT TO DEMONSTRATE THIS FACT THERE'S A DIMPLE IN HER CHIN AND INDEED THERE WAS
l it diplomacy--because otherwise he'd go back to France or some other objectionable place, and we'd both be _very_ unhappy." Margaret began to laugh softly. "I've given him my word that I'll do nothing further in the matter till he gets well. And I won't. _But_----" Miss Hugonin rose from the divan with a gesture of sweeping back her hair. And then--oh, treachery of tortoise-shell! oh, the villainy of those little gold hair-pins!--the fat twisted coils tumbled loose and slowly unravelled themselves, and her pink-and-white face, half-eclipsed, showed a delectable wedge between big, odourful, crinkly, ponderous masses of hair. It clung about her, a heavy cloak, all shimmering gold like the path of sunset over the June sea. And Margaret, looking at herself in the mirror, laughed, and appeared perfectly content with what she saw there. "But," said she, "if the Fates are kind to me--and I sometimes think I _have_ a pull with the gods--I'll make you happy, Billy Woods, in spite of yourself. HINK I'M QUITE JUSTIFIED IN USING A LITTLE WE'LL CALL IT DIPLOMACY BECAUSE OTHERWISE HE'LL GO BACK TO FRANCE OR SOME OTHER OBJECTIONABLE PLACE AND WE BOTH BE VERY UNHAPPY MARGARET BEGAN TO LAUGH SOFTLY I HAVE GIVEN HIM MY WORD THAT I'LL DO NOTHING FURTHER IN THE MATTER TILL HE GETS WELL AND I WON'T BUT MISS HYGONY ROSE FROM THE DIVAN WITH A GESTURE OF SWEEPING BACK HER HAIR AND THEN OH TREACHERY OF TORTOISE SHELL OH THE VILLANY OF THOSE LITTLE GOLD HAIRPINS THE FAT TWISTED COILS TUMBLED LOOSE AND SLOWLY UNRAVELLED THEMSELVES AND HER PINK AND WHITE FACE HALF ECLIPSED SHOWED A DELECTABLE WEDGE BETWEEN BIG ODOURFUL CRINKLY PONDEROUS MASSES OF AIR IT CLUNG ABOUT HER A HEAVY CLOAK ALL SHIMMERING GOLD LIKE THE PATH OF SUNSET OVER THE JUNE SEA AND MARGARET LOOKING AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR LAUGHED AND APPEARED PERFECTLY CONTENT WITH WHAT SHE SAW THERE BUT SAID SHE IF THE FATES WERE KIND TO ME AND I SOMETIMES THINK I HAVE A PULL WITH THE GODS I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY BILLY WOODS IN SPITE OF YOURSELF
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