PART 2
Chapter 7
 (continued)
"Love," she repeated slowly, in an inner voice, and suddenly, at
 the very instant she unhooked the lace, she added, "Why I don't
 like the word is that it means too much to me, far more than you
 can understand," and she glanced into his face.  "Au revoir!" 
She gave him her hand, and with her rapid, springy step she
 passed by the porter and vanished into the carriage. 
Her glance, the touch of her hand, set him aflame.  He kissed the
 palm of his hand where she had touched it, and went home, happy
 in the sense that he had got nearer to the attainment of his aims
 that evening than during the last two months. 
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