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The while he seemed oddly enjoying the girl's strange dry-eyed sorrow.
Just here, Fred Stanhope came up to tell them the evening pleasures were done. Cherokee could have told him that sometime before.
Willard Frost looked remarkably bright and handsome as he walked away with Miss Baxter leaning upon his arm.
"What made you punish that poor girl so? What pleasure was there in giving Mr. Milburn away, especially since you were the entire cause of it?" she went on earnestly, and a trifle dramatically. "A man has no right to give another away—no right—he should"
"But Frances," remonstrated Frost, lightly, and apparently unimpressed by her theory, "I was just dying to tell her that Milburn was as drunk as a duchess."
