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You oughtn't to rub it in like that
about Lola until you have seen her yourself. It isn't fair."
"You speak now in language distinctly approaching that of reason," I
remarked. "What do you want me to do?"
"Come with me this afternoon and see her."
My young friend had me nicely in the trap. I could not refuse.
"Very well," said I. "But on the distinct understanding--"
"Oh, on any old understanding you like!" he cried, and darted to the
door.
"Where are you going?"
"To ring her up on the telephone and tell her you're coming."
That's the worst of the young. They have such a disconcerting manner of
clinching one's undertakings.

CHAPTER IV
My first impression of Lola Brandt in the dimness of the room was that
of a lithe panther in petticoats rising lazily from the depths of an
easy chair. A sinuous action of the arm, as she extended her hand to
welcome me, was accompanied by a curiously flexible turn of the body.
Her hand as it enveloped, rather than grasped, mine seemed boneless but
exceedingly powerful.


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