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Nor did she. Youth recuperates quickly, and after a night's sound

sleep she was glowing with health and sweet vitality. He could

see a flush beat into the fresh softness of her flesh, but she

lifted her dark lashes promptly to meet him, and came to the sex

duel gaily.

"I suppose you think I had to take a sleeping-powder to keep me

from it?" she flashed back.

"Oh, well, a person can dream," he suggested.

"How did you know? But you are right. I did dream of you."

To the waiter he gave his order before answering her. "Some

oatmeal and bacon and eggs. Yes, coffee. And some hot cakes,

Charlie. Did you honest dream about me?" This last not to the

Chinese waiter who had padded soft-footed to the kitchen.

"Yes."

She smiled shyly at him with sweet innocence, and he drew his

chair a trifle closer.

"Tell me."

"I don't like to."

"But you must. Go on."