.. child"--Denise squeezed her tightly by the arm, and peered
into her face, intently--"cul-tivate... DELIBERATELY cul-tivate that
man's acquaintance!"
Helen stared at her friend as though she suspected the latter's sanity.
"I am afraid I do not understand at all," she said, breathlessly.
"I am positive that I do not," declared Leroux, who was as much
surprised as Helen. "In the first place I am not acquainted with this
cross-eyed being."
"You are... out of this!" cried Denise Ryland with a sweeping
movement of the left hand; "entirely... out of it! This is no MAN'S...
business."...
"But my dear Denise!" exclaimed Helen....
"I beseech you; I entreat you;... I ORDER... you to cultivate...
that... execrable... being."
"Perhaps," said Helen, with eyes widely opened, "you will condescend to
give me some slight reason why I should do anything so extraordinary and
undesirable?"
"Undesirable!" cried Denise. "On the contrary;... it is MOST ...
desirable! It is essential. The wretched... cross-eyed ... creature has
presumed to fall in love... with you."...
"Oh!" cried Helen, flushing, and glancing rapidly at Leroux, who now was
thoroughly interested, "please do not talk nonsense!"
"It is no... nonsense. It is the finger..
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