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When Mark Jervis came all eagerness to claim his supper dance from Miss Gordon, he saw at once that something was wrong. The merry smile -- her greatest charm -- he sought in vain upon her face; her expression was grave, almost stern. She was actually looking at him as if he was an absolute stranger. _She knew! _
He glanced quickly at her partner, and the mystery was instantly solved. Yes, he recollected the man's goggling blue eyes. Where had he seen him? Where? The cordial accost --