Norman Mann saw
the eyes fixed on her, and they vexed him. At the same time, he liked
her the better on that very account.
And at last the curtain rose.
It was just as Desdemona assures her father of her love for Othello,
that Mae became conscious of a riveted gaze--of a presence. Lifting her
eyes, and widening them, she looked over to the opposite side of
the house, and there, of course, was the Piedmontese officer again,
handsomer, more brilliant than ever, with a grateful, soft look of
recognition in his eyes.
Mae was out of harmony with all her friends. She was proud and lonely.
The man's pleased, softened look touched her heart strangely. There was
almost a choke in her throat, there were almost tears in her eyes, and
there was a free, glad, welcoming smile on her lips.
Norman Mann saw it and followed it, and caught the officer receiving it,
and thought "She's a wild coquette."
And Mae knew what he saw and what he thought.
Then a strange spirit entered the girl.
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