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of Rome blunts one's English sensibilities. Fifteen years of privation dulls one's moral sense. And money meant America. And little Tweetie Gregg had not lowered her voice or her laugh when she spoke that afternoon of Mary Gowd's absurd English fringe and her red wrists above her too-short gloves. "How much?" asked Mary Gowd. He named a figure. She laughed. "More--much more!" He named another figure; then another. "You will put it down on paper," said Mary Gowd, "and sign your name--to-morrow." They drove the remainder of the way in silence. At her door in the Via Babbuino: "You mean to marry her?" asked Mary Gowd. Blue Cape shrugged eloquent shoulders: "I think not," he said quite simply. * * * * * It was to be the Appian Way the next morning, with a stop at the Catacombs. Mary Gowd reached the hotel very early, but not so early as Caldini. "Think the five of us can pile into one carriage?" boomed Henry Gregg cheerily. "A little crowded, I think," said Mary Gowd, "for such a long drive. May I suggest that we three"--she smiled on Henry Gregg and his wife--"take this larger carriage, while Miss Eleanora and Signor Caldini follow in the single cab?" A lightning message from Blue Cape's eyes. "Yes; that would be nice!" cooed Tweetie. So it was arranged. Mary Gowd rather outdid herself as a guide that morning. She had a hundred little intimate tales at her tongue's end. She seemed fairly to people those old ruins again with the men and women of a thousand years ago. Even Tweetie--little frivolous, indifferent Tweetie--was impressed and interested. As they were returning to the carriages after inspecting the Baths of Caracalla, Tweetie even skipped ahead and slipped her hand for a moment into Mary Gowd's. "You're simply wonderful!" she said almost shyly. "You make things sound so real. And--and I'm sorry I was so nasty to you yesterday at Tivoli." Mary Dowd looked down at the glowing little face. A foolish little face it was, but very, very pretty, and exquisitely young and fresh and sweet. Tweetie dropped her voice to a whisper: "You should hear him pronounce my name. It is like music when he says it--El-e-a-no-ra; like that. And aren't his kid gloves always beautifully white? Why, the boys back home--" Mary Gowd was still staring down at her. She lifted the slim, ringed little hand which lay within her white-cotton paw and stared at that too.
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