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He smiles, and, turning, kneels before her in mock humility that savors of very real homage. Taking her hand, he presses it to his lips. "No one can say we are not in time," says Jack, gayly. "It is exactly"—examining closely the ormolu-clock upon the mantelpiece—"one hour before we can reasonably expect dinner." "Do you know," he says, slowly, staring at her the while, "you are the most beautiful woman I ever saw?" "I do remember it," replies she, bitterly..