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To-night he would chase away
that hatred. For he meant to speak to her. The old woman looked away
from him, holding her head down as if in cold disdain. Artois read
easily what was passing in her mind. She believed him wicked, but
nervous in his wickedness, desirous of her services but afraid to
invite them. And she held him in the uttermost contempt. Well,
to-night he would undeceive her on one point at least. He kept his
eyes upon her so firmly that she looked at him again. This time he
made a sign of recognition, of understanding. She stared as if in
suspicious amazement. He glanced towards the dome, then at her once
more. At this moment the waiter came up. Artois paid his bill slowly
and ostentatiously. As he counted out the money upon the little tray
he looked up once, and saw the eyes in the long, pale face of the
venerable temptress glitter while they watched. The music ceased, the
crowd before the platform broke up, and began quickly to melt away.
Only the woman waited, holding her little bag and her cheap Japanese
fan.


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