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"I find, under the bows of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. " W. B. YEATS.
With engaging docility Lilamani swallowed her quinine, accepting it, without conviction, as an article of Audrey's faith, that must shortly be her own also. But on the suggestion that to-night she should make a fresh advance by dining downstairs, docility vanished. Her small decisive chin asserted itself, the chin that had defied Mataji and _dastur_.