He danced with an auburn haired girl, he spun down the room with
a brown one, he paused for a moment to show the trick of a new step
to a tall one with black coils. He was at the end of the room, he
was tangoing towards her and she felt her heart beat and beat.
He passed close by and his eyes turned upon her and after he had
passed a queer little inner trembling would not cease. Oh! if he
had looked a little longer--if her partner would only carry her
past him! And how dreadful she was to let herself feel so excited
when he could not be EXPECTED to remember such a little thing--just
a baby playing with him in a garden. Oh!--her heart giving a leap--if
he would look--if he would LOOK!
When did she first awaken to a realization--after what seemed years
and years of waiting and not being able to conquer the inwardly
trembling feeling--that he was BEGINNING to look--that somehow he
had become aware of her presence and that it drew his eyes though
there was no special recognition in them? Down the full length
of the room they met hers first, and again as he passed with yet
another partner. Then when he was resting between danced and being
very gay indeed--though somehow he always seemed gay. He had been
gay when they played in the Gardens. Yes, his eyes cane and found
her. She thought he spoke of her to someone near him. Of course
Robin looked away and tried not to look again too soon.
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