Somebody greeted me from the hotel lawn. I returned the
salutation mechanically and went on gazing at that spot. I knew
that I was making a fool of myself, but I could not help it. My
will-power was gone as it might from the effect of some drug
When she reappeared at last and I saw her coming back I crossed
over to the hotel veranda so as to be near her when she should
arrive. I found several of the boarders there, including the lawyer,
the photographer, and a jewelry merchant of my acquaintance. We
all watched her coming. At one moment, as she leveled her
opera-glass at a bird, the lawyer said: "Studying birds. She's a great
girl for studying. She is."
"Studying nothing!" the photographer jeered. "It's simply becoming
to her.
It's effective, don't you know."
The lawyer smiled sagely, as if what Mendelson said was precisely
what he himself had meant to intimate
I was inclined to think that Mendelson was right, but this did not
detract from the force that drew me to Miss Tevkin
When she reached the veranda the lawyer gallantly offered her a
chair, but she declined it, pleasantly, and went indoors.
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