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PART I - CHAPTER II
DANGLING THE APPLE


`Why don't you play something with a tune in it?' he repeated, rubbing the towel over his shoulders beneath the shirt.
' A tune!' she echoed, watching the swelling of his arms as he moved them, and the rise and fall of his breasts, wonderfully solid and white. Then having curiously examined the sudden meeting of the sunhot skin with the white flesh in his throat, her eyes met his, and she turned again to the piano, while the colour grew in her ears, mercifully sheltered by a profusion of bright curls.
`What shall I play?' she asked, fingering the keys somewhat confusedly.
He dragged out a book of songs from a little heap of music, and set it before her.
`Which do you want to sing?' she asked thrilling a little as she felt his arms so near her. 'Anything you like.'
`A love song?' she said.
'If you like-yes, a love song ' he laughed with clumsy insinuation that made the girl writhe.
She .did not answer, but began to play Sullivan's `Tit Willow.' He had a passable bass voice, not of any great depth, and he sang with gusto. Then she gave him `Drink to me only with thine eyes.' At the end she turned and asked him if he liked the words. He replied that he thought them rather daft. But he looked at her with glowing brown eyes, as if in hesitating challenge.
'That's because you have no wine in your eyes to pledge with,' she replied, answering his challenge with a blue blaze of her eyes. Then her eyelashes drooped on to her cheek. He laughed with a faint ring of consciousness, and asked her how could she know.
`Because,' she said slowly, looking up at him with pretended scorn, `because there's no change in your eyes when I look at you. I always think people who are worth much talk with their eyes. That 's why you are forced to respect many quite uneducated people. Their eyes are so eloquent, and full of knowledge.' She had continued to look at him as she spoke-watching his faint appreciation of her upturned face, and her hair, where the light was always tangled, watching his brief self-examination to see

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