[Illustration: IT DID NOT OCCUR TO HER THAT SHE WAS IN EQUAL PERIL--(_See page 250_)] The dance was over and Mildred Thornton climbed disconsolately up the long stairs. From her thin shoulders floated a delicate white scarf and her dress was of white lace and tulle. Yet Mildred had no look of a conquering Princess, nor yet of Cinderella, who must have carried her head proudly even after the ball, remembering the devotion of her Prince.…
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