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CHAPTER V THE WOMAN IN HELIOTROPE THE flush was still on Charley's face when the door opened slowly, and a lady dressed in heliotrope silk entered and came forward. Without a word Charley rose, and, taking a step towards her, offered a chair, at the same time noticing her heightened color, and a certain rigid carriage not in keeping with her lithe and graceful figure. There was no mistaking the quiver of her upper lip a short lip which did not hide a wonderfully pretty set of teeth. With a wave of the hand she declined the seai Glancing at the books and papers lying on the table, she flashed an inquiry at his flushed face, and, misreading the cause, with slow, quiet point, in which bitterness or contempt showed, she said, meaningly: " What a slave you are !" "Behold the white man work !" he said, good-naturedly, the flush passing slowly from his face. With apparent negligence he pushed the letter and the books and papers a little to one side, but really to place them beyond the range of her angry eyes. She shrugged her shoulders at his action. " For' the fatherless children and widows, and all that are desolate and oppressed'?" she said, not concealing her malice, for at the wedding she had just left all her married life had rushed before her in a swift panorama, and the man in scarlet had fixed the shooting pictures in her mind. Again a flush swept up Charley's face and seemed to blur his sight. His monocle dropped the length of its silken tether, and he caught it and slowly adjusted it again as he replied evenly: "You always hit the nail on the head, Kathleen." There was a kind of appeal in his voice, a sort of deprecation in his eye, as though he would be friends withher, as though, indeed, there was in his mind some secret pity for her. Her look ...