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,--anything at all that Clive had given her. And there was one reason why she never would do it: she refused to consider anything he had given her as her own property to dispose of if she chose. For she had accepted these things from Clive only because it gave him pleasure to give. And what she possessed she regarded as his property held in trust. Nothing could have induced her to consider these things in any other light. One souvenir, only, did she look upon as her own. It had no financial value; and, if it had, she would have starved before disposing of it. This was the first thing he ever gave her--his boy's offering--the gun-metal wrist-watch. And her only recent extravagance had been a sentimental one; she had the watch cleaned and regulated, and a new leather strap adjusted. The evening it was returned to her she wore it; and that night she slept with the watch strapped to her wrist. So much for a young girl's sentiment!--for no letter came from him on the morrow although the European mail was in. None came the next day; nor the next. Toward the end of the week, one sultry evening, when Athalie returned from an unsuccessful tour of job-hunting, and nearer depression than ever she had yet been, Captain Dane came stalking in, shook hands with his usual decision, picked up Hafiz who adored him, and took the chair nearest to the lounge where Athalie lay. [Illustration: "With him she visited the various museums and art galleries."] "Suppose we dine somewhere?" he suggested, fondling the purring Angora and rubbing its ears. "Would you mind," she said, "if I didn't?" "You're very tired, aren't you, Miss Greensleeve?" "A little. I don't believe I have the energy to go out with you." Still fondling the willing cat he said: "What's wrong? Something's wrong, isn't it?" "No indeed." He turned and gave her a square look: "You're quite sure?" "Quite." "Oh; all right. Will you let me have dinner here with you?" She said without embarrassment: "I neglected my marketing: there's very little in the pantry." "Well," he said, "I'm hungry and I'm going to call up the Hotel Trebizond and have them send us some dinner." She seemed inclined to demur, but he had his way, went to the telephone and gave his orders. The dinner arrived in due time and was excellent. And when the remains of the dinner and the waiter who served it had been cleared out, Athalie felt better. "You ought to go to the co
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