CUPID EN ROUTE
vague question, and short as it was Wade had had read it. What his own eyes conveyed he never knew. He took a long breath and came to himself to find Dave's voice rumbling in his ears.
"That's a hell of a big band," observed Dave.
Wade had purchased a libretto and now he thrust it into his friend's hands. "You'd better read the story of the first act," he said, "so you'll know what it is all about." He pointed out the English translation and Dave bent over it frowningly, his lips working as he read. Wade's eyes and thoughts went back to the girl in the box.
Her back was half toward him so that even by leaning forward he could catch but an imperfect view of her profile. But even so much made him glow and set his heart to thumping again. She was dressed in pale blue, and the soft, satiny gown followed closely every graceful line of the girlish form. Her neck was bare, and short sleeves terminating in silver fringe left the
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