CUPID EN ROUTE
slim round arms to view. There was a double chain of pearls about the straight throat and the dark brown hair held a spray of silver leaves. Now and then a half turn of her head gave a fleeting glimpse of her face in profile, of soft cheek and arched brow, of a nose slightly aquiline, delicate, sensitive, a straight brow under the soft hair, a small, quiet mouth, and a chin that in spite of its soft curves held a certain tranquil strength. She sat erect as though her lithe body disdained the support of the chair-back and reminded Wade of a young queen on her throne. The rolled programme in her right hand took on the likeness of a scepter. Queen or commoner, she had one loyal subject that evening, for Wade's heart had confessed allegiance with that first meeting glance.
There were five women with her in the box, but save that one was elderly with silver-gray hair and that the rest were apparently matrons whose ages ran the gamut of the thirties and forties, Wade
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