Pausing before she swung into the dance with Wilbur, she made a
gesture with the white arm, and looked up laughing to big, handsome
Dick. Pierre trembled with a red rage when he saw the hands of Wilbur
about her.
Dick, in passing, marked Pierre's stare above the heads of the crowd,
and frowned with trouble. The hungry eyes of Pierre followed them as
they circled the hall again; and this time Wilbur, perhaps fearing
that something had gone wrong with Pierre, steered close to the edge
of the dancing crowd and looked inquisitively across.
He leaned and spoke to the girl, and she turned her head, smiling, to
Pierre. Then the smile went out, and even despite the mask, he saw her
eyes widen. She stopped and slipped from the arm of Wilbur, and came
step by step slowly toward him like one walking in her sleep. There,
by the edge of the dancers, with the noise of the music and the
shuffling feet to cover them, they met. The hands she held to him were
cold and trembling.
"Is it you?"
"It is I."
That was all; and then the shadow of Wilbur loomed above them.
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