1 She glanced plaintively about the station.
2 She consulted the little jewelled watch among her laces.
3 He declared himself entirely at her disposal: the adventure struck him as diverting.
4 An impulse of curiosity made him turn out of his direct line to the door, and stroll past her.
5 It struck him at once that she was waiting for some one, but he hardly knew why the idea arrested him.
6 He responded joyfully that to do so was his mission in life, and asked what form the rescue was to take.
7 In the afternoon rush of the Grand Central Station his eyes had been refreshed by the sight of Miss Lily Bart.
8 I'm as old as the hills, of course, and it ought not to make any difference; but if I'M old enough, you're not, she objected gaily.
9 He knew that if she did not wish to be seen she would contrive to elude him; and it amused him to think of putting her skill to the test.
10 Her discretions interested him almost as much as her imprudences: he was so sure that both were part of the same carefully-elaborated plan.
11 One or two persons, in brushing past them, lingered to look; for Miss Bart was a figure to arrest even the suburban traveller rushing to his last train.
12 She broke off, laughing, to explain that she had come up to town from Tuxedo, on her way to the Gus Trenors' at Bellomont, and had missed the three-fifteen train to Rhinebeck.
13 He led her through the throng of returning holiday-makers, past sallow-faced girls in preposterous hats, and flat-chested women struggling with paper bundles and palm-leaf fans.
14 As a spectator, he had always enjoyed Lily Bart; and his course lay so far out of her orbit that it amused him to be drawn for a moment into the sudden intimacy which her proposal implied.
15 She stood apart from the crowd, letting it drift by her to the platform or the street, and wearing an air of irresolution which might, as he surmised, be the mask of a very definite purpose.
16 There was nothing new about Lily Bart, yet he could never see her without a faint movement of interest: it was characteristic of her that she always roused speculation, that her simplest acts seemed the result of far-reaching intentions.
17 Her vivid head, relieved against the dull tints of the crowd, made her more conspicuous than in a ball-room, and under her dark hat and veil she regained the girlish smoothness, the purity of tint, that she was beginning to lose after eleven years of late hours and indefatigable dancing.
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