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re her of the following facts: he was handsome "as an army with banners"; he wore an English officer's uniform; and he was very pale. She decided to have another look in a moment. She settled herself comfortably--aware that his eyes were upon her--and opened her book, with an air of great detachment. Miss Watts was not on deck at the moment. It was some time before she got another chance to look at him unobserved. She saw that he had crinkly hair and a ridiculous little moustache, twisted at the tips. He had his eyes closed. He certainly was white, but one strong, lean, brown hand lay on his lap, giving her a feeling of relaxed power. His eyes opened unexpectedly, and she had to return to her book in haste. His eyes were very blue and she thought there was a smile in them. Miss Watts's arrival interrupted this interchange, if it was an interchange. But in a few minutes another officer came to chat with the invalid. "Hello, Larry, old man, how are ye?" he inquired. "I'm fairly fit to-day, thanks." "Glad you can be on deck." "Rather. I thought I'd croak in that hole of a stateroom." "Lot of people aboard we know. Mrs. Darlington, for one. Remember her in London?" "Rather." "She's dying to see 'dear old Larry.' Sit tight, she's on her way now," he added, in a lower voice. Isabelle permitted herself a look. A tall, handsome woman was coming down the deck, with a swaying sort of walk that was fascinating. She was very smartly turned out. A rather fat man, with prominent eyes, accompanied her. They stopped beside Larry's chair, and she exclaimed enthusiastically: "How are you, old dear? They would not let me into your stateroom, or I should have been holding your hand, and giving Mrs. Grundy a treat." "Larry" got to his feet and accomplished a gallant bow. "Awf'lly good of ye," he said, smiling, holding her hand in his. "You know Monty Haven, don't you? Captain Larry O'Leary, Monty, and Major O'Dell." So his name was Larry O'Leary, mused Isabelle. She liked its softness on the tongue. "Does your wound trouble you, you brave thing?" Mrs. Darlington purred. "Oh, no. Coming all right. It's nothing." "Nothing? Do you know what this wonderful creature did, under fire and all, Monty?" she demanded. "O kind and beautiful lady, spare me blushes. I'm after being Irish and susceptible to flattery," he cried. "Larry, you old heart-breaker, don't look at me in that wistful Celtic way," she
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