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"That doesn't make the least difference."
"If it pleases you, I'll send it back."
"Well, do," she said with a little sigh. The motive was not that which
she wished to rouse, but very likely it was that with which she must
begin her work. Then she tried the further step. "And any profit you
make, if you make any, you ought to send too," she said.
Genuine surprise was exhibited on Quisante's face. "What, after sending
back the five hundred?" he asked.
"Yes, you ought." She made a little concession by adding, "Strictly, you
know." Quisante looked at her, kissed her hand, and laughed. Her sense of
humour, which she began to perceive would rather hamper her, made her
join in the laugh. "Do you think me very absurd? No, no, not compliments!
Truth, truth always!"
"I call the suggestion rather--well, rather fanciful," said he.
"Yes, I suppose you do," she sighed. "Do you know what I hope?" she went
on. "I hope that some day that sort of suggestion will seem a matter of
course to you."
He stopped laughing and looked put out.


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