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But no one could
look into her eyes without feeling that she was very far from being an
ordinary woman.
"Quite impossible," she repeated, as she tucked in the ends of her veil
and then turned upon the two men. "The next sitting? Whenever you
like--to-morrow--the day after--name the time."
"When to-morrow is possible, there is no choice," said Gouache, "unless
you will come again to-day."
"To-morrow, then, good-bye." She held out her hand.
"There are sketches on each of my fingers, Madame--principally, of
tigers."
"Good-bye then--consider your hand shaken. Are you going, Prince?"
Orsino had taken his hat and was standing beside her.
"You will allow me to put you into your carriage."
"I shall walk."
"So much the better. Good-bye, Monsieur Gouache."
"Why say, Monsieur?"
"As you like--you are older than I."
"I? Who has told you that legend? It is only a myth. When you are sixty
years old, I shall still be five-and-twenty."
"And I?" enquired Madame d'Aragona, who was still young enough to laugh
at age.


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