For Nancy is thinking quite freely of various quaint and
everlasting places of torment that might very well be devised for Mrs.
Winters--and of the naked fact that once arrived in Paris it will matter
very little to anybody what becomes of her and least of all to herself--
and that Mrs. Winters doesn't know that she saw a chance mention of Mr.
Oliver Crowe, the author of "Dancer's Holiday" today in the "Bookman" and
that she cut it out because it had Oliver's name in it and that it is now
in the smallest pocket of her bag with his creased and recreased first
letter and the lucky piece she had from her nicest uncle and a little dim
photograph of Mr. Ellicott and half a dozen other small precious things.
CHAPTER XXX
The dance is at the Piper's this time--the last Piper dance of the
Southampton season and the biggest--other people may give dances after it
but everybody who knows will only think of them as relatively pleasant or
useless addenda. The last Piper Dance has been the official period to the
Southampton summer ever since Elinor's _debut_--and this time the period
is sure to be bigger and rounder than ever since it closes the most
successful season Southampton has ever had.
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