Mark Kennedy was a little , thin man with a bald head . He did n't look like a political power , but that was all the more reason for his being one in a world where things are not what they seem . Mrs. Kennedy greeted me cordially and told me significantly that she had granted my request . This meant , as my card had already informed me , that I was to take Miss Harvey out . Of course there would be no introduction since Clark Oliver was already acquainted with the lady . I was wondering how I was to locate her when I got a shock that made me dizzy . Jane was over in a corner looking at me . There was no time to collect my wits . The guests were moving out to the dining-room . I took my nerve in my hand , crossed the room , bowed , and the next moment was walking through the hall with Jane 's hand on my arm . The hall was a good long one ; I blessed the architect who had planned it . It gave me time to sort out my ideas . Jane here ! Jane going out to dinner with me , believing me to be Clark Oliver ! Jane -- but it was incredible ! The whole thing was a dream -- or I had gone crazy ! I looked at her sideways when we had got into our places at the table . She was more beautiful than ever , that tall , brown-haired , disdainful Jane . The settlement work story I was inclined to dismiss as a myth . Settlement work in a beautiful woman generally means crowsfeet or a broken heart .
Jane , according XXXXX my sight and belief , possessed neither .
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