CUPID EN ROUTE
"We'll do that,. sir; don't you worry; there's a heap of folks on that wants to make connections tonight."
The porter moved away and Wade looked across the aisle. The Girl was absorbed in her magazine and so he could study her to his heart's content. She wore a black and white checked skirt and a gray silk waist. The suit coat hung from a hook and with it was the fur coat she had worn yesterday. Beside her chair was a small black bag adorned with a gold cypher, but the designer had done his work well and try as he might Wade couldn't make anything of the snarled letters. On the cushion in front of her rested a pair of slim, patent-leather boots with gray tops and smoked pearl buttons, very clever, engaging boots indeed. She wore a black hat which came far down on her head and reminded Wade of a turban such as the Hindoos wear, formed as it seemed to be of folds of corded silk. It hid her hair almost completely and under it her face looked small and pale and
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