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one." "Oh, don't!" "All right, I won't." There was silence between them for some time after this. Brant sat with his hands clenched and resting upon his knees, his head bent a little. Charlotte had turned and laid one bended arm upon the high back of the old bench--her head rested against it. She was the first to speak, in the light tone with which her sex is accustomed to let a situation down from the heights of strong emotion to a more normal level. "What do you do with a sitter who won't let you bring out her best points, but insists on making herself into the stiffest sort of a lay figure?" "Chloroform her and relax the tension." Brant's tone was grim. Then, suddenly, he looked up. "Will you let me go in and make a flashlight of you by a new method I've worked out? I promise you you'll find it a trick worth knowing." "I shall be delighted. You've taught me half I know, and I'm more grateful than I seem." "I hope that's true," he said, still in the grim tone, as they went up the garden path toward the house. Inside the house he became the exponent of the art of which he was past master. His study was to him only a diversion, but he had become distinguished in it as an amateur who played at being a professional for the interest of it, and who possessed a collection of photographic portraits of half the celebrities in the world. With eager interest Charlotte watched him manipulate improvised screens and devices for casting light and shadow, and when he posed her understood the result he meant to produce. "Oh, that will give a new effect!" she said, delightedly. "I should never have thought of it in the world." "It will almost absolutely overcome the flatness of the flashlight, as you will see when we develop it--if you will let me stay so long. Now--" The flash flared and died. Brant smiled with gratification. If he knew what he was doing he had a new portrait of Charlotte Ruston which would surpass anything he had yet made of her. It seemed to him that during these last weeks she had grown even more desirable than he had ever known her. There had always been a spirit and enchantment about her personality which had been his undoing, but there was now a quality in it which was well nigh his despair--the quality born of self-sacrifice and endeavour, those invisible but potent agencies in the creating of the highest type of womanly charm. The pair went into the dark-room together. Here, at leas
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