Her face, with its rich, clear coloring, seemed to his gaze to
stand out from the crowd of other faces as from a frame, and a
sense of pride touched him. In every eye but his own her
beauty belonged to him.
His face looked alive and masterful as she reached his side.
"May I monopolize you?" he said, with the quickness of speech
borrowed from Chilcote. "We see so little of each other."
Almost as if compelled, her lashes lifted and her eyes met
his. Her glance was puzzled, uncertain, slightly confused.
There was a deeper color than usual in her cheeks. Loder felt
something within his own consciousness stir in response.
"You know you are yielding," he said.
Again she blushed.
He saw the blush, and knew that it was he--his words, his
personality--that had called it forth. In Chilcote's actual
semblance he had proved his superiority over Chilcote. For
the first time he had been given a tacit, personal
acknowledgment of his power. Involuntarily he drew nearer to
her.
"Let's get out of this crush.
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