that had seen a heavy, handsome girl stride into Mrs. Upper's hotel and ask for work, to believe that she was here. Morena clapped his hands in the Eastern fashion of summons, and Jane looked toward him. "Oh," she said, "I'm glad you came." He strolled in and stood beside her shaking his head. "I didn't like the look of you this afternoon, my dear." "Well, sir," said Jane, "I don't like the look of you either." She smiled her slow, unself-conscious smile. "You sit down and I'll make tea for you." He knew that thought for some one else was the best tonic for her mood, so he dropped, with his usual limp grace, into the nearest chair, put back his head and half-closed his eyes. "I'm used up," he said; "I haven't a word--not one to throw at a dog." "Please don't throw one at me, then. I surely wouldn't take it as a compliment." She made the tea gravely, as absorbed in the work as a little girl who makes tea for her dolls. She brought him his cup and went back to her place andagain her face settled into that look. She had evidently
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