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found it easier than leading. He guided me firmly with an arm around my waist, and I found it rather easy for me to cling to him with my hand on his shoulder so that my heels fairly flew over the floor. While we danced he spoke softly in my ear.

"My dear, you are a marvelous dancer and so light on your feet," he told me.

"Oh, but you're doing all the work," I insisted.

"Not at all. I fancy myself dancing with a movie star. It's like dancing in the clouds!"

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls, I said. for- getting who I was.

"Not at all, my dear. You make me feel like Sam- son holding you in my arms. "

"Well, I must say, your chest is no smaller than his. You must be a very strong man."

"I've handled a few men in my time." he replied. "Let's go out on the patio, shall we?" And he led me right through the French doors before I could do a thing.

Outside the moon was full and there was an enchanting garden all around us. He took me to a marble bench and we sat down. I didn't know quite what to say, and then he took my hands in his and looked at me. "My lady, " he said, "you are the most beautiful woman of the ball."

"I'm not really," I said. "What I mean is.

"No, no--don't be modest, dear. You really are a royal creature. I've long wanted to meet someone like you. But I'm such a drab looking fellow, it's impossi- ble ordinarily."

"Oh, not really! You're a fine looking man, and I'm sure you could win any woman you desire." I re- plied as femininely as possible.

"What if I desire you?"

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