1 Her host looked at her incredulously.
2 She snapped them out with her fingers.
3 It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before.
4 "Well, these books are all scientific," insisted Tom, glancing at her impatiently.
5 I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice.
6 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger.
7 As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing.
8 "You ought to live in California--" began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair.
9 I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.
10 Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.
11 She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet.
12 If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it--indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.
13 She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.
14 She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall.
15 At any rate Miss Baker's lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again--the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright.
16 For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened--then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
17 Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth--but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.
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