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With a curious sense of excitement I crossed the room. I opened the door -- and there stood Eileen. She had taken off her hat, and without it looked even more beautiful, for what hat could rival her masses of dark hair so artfully arranged and yet with a rippling wave all through them that utterly defied restraint?
"May I come in for a little? " she said.