great honor of selecting my poor boat, mademoiselle?"

"Yes, I will remember," answered Netty, who did not seem to notice that
his glance was, as it were, less distant than his speech.

"I knew at once--at once," he said, "that you were English or American."

"Ah! Then there is a difference--" said Netty, looking round for her
uncle.

"There is a difference--yes, assuredly."

"What is it?" asked Netty, with a subtle tone of expectancy in her
voice.

"Your mirror will answer that question," replied Kosmaroff, with his
odd, one-sided smile, "more plainly than I should ever dare to do. There
is your uncle, mademoiselle, and I must go."

Mr. Mangles, perceiving the situation, was coming forward with his hand
in his pocket, when Kosmaroff took off his cap and hurried away.

"No," said Netty, laying her hand on Mr. Mangle's arm, "do not give him
anything. He was rather a superior man, and spoke a little English."




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