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Saint's Progress

`Chivalry? I have none.'
`I am going to shut the door, do you mind?' But he went to the door himself, shut it, and came back to her. Leila looked up at him.
`Jimmy, if ever you loved me a little bit, be nice to me to-day. And if I say things-if I'm bitter-don't mind; don't notice it. Promise!'
`I promise.'
She took off her hat and sat leaning against him on the couch, so that she could not see his face. And with his arm round her, she let herself go, deep into the waters of illusion; down-down, trying to forget there was a surface to which she must return; like a little girl she played that game of make-believe. `He loves me he loves me-he loves me!' To lose herself like that for just an hour, only an hour; she felt that she would give the rest of the time vouchsafed to her; give it all and willingly. Her hand clasped his against her heart, she turned her face backward, up to his, closing her eyes so as still not to see his face; the scent of the gardenia in his coat hurt her, so sweet and strong it was.

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When with her hat on she stood ready to go, it was getting dark. She had come out of her dream now, was playing at make-believe no more. And she stood with a stony smile, in the half-dark, looking between her lashes at the mortified expression on his unconscious face.
`Poor Jimmy!' she said; `I'm not going to keep you from dinner any longer. No, don't come with me. I'm going alone; and don't light up, for heaven's sake.'
She put her hand on the lapel of his coat. `That flower's gone brown at the edges. Throw it away; I can't bear faded flowers. Nor can you. Get yourself a fresh one to-morrow.'
She pulled the flower from his button-hole and, crushing it in her hand, held her face up.

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