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But
Gouache was imperturbable.
"January, Madame, follows December," he answered. "The fact is confirmed
by the observations of many centuries. Even in my own experience it has
occurred forty-seven times in succession."
Orsino laughed a little, and as Madame d'Aragona's eyes met his, the red
lips smiled, without parting.
"He is always laughing at me," she said pleasantly.
Gouache was painting with great alacrity. The smile was becoming to her
and he caught it as it passed. It must be allowed that she permitted it
to linger, as though she understood his wish, but as she was looking at
Orsino, he was pleased.
"If you will permit me to say it, Madame," he observed, "I have never
seen eyes like yours."
He endeavoured to lose himself in their depths as he spoke. Madame
d'Aragona was not in the least annoyed by the remark, nor by the look.
"What is there so very unusual about my eyes?" she enquired. The smile
grew a little more faint and thoughtful but did not disappear.
"In the first place, I have never seen eyes of a golden-yellow colour.


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