Helen was a flirt. She flirted in the spirit of good fellowship and because she loved to flirt. She loved the first moment when the other side was pierced by the arrow of her solicitude; loved the sudden, almost imperceptible retreat, loved the hesitant advance of the return glance, or a smile...always, the warm, intelligent beam of her attention, an exclusive circle of light surrounding each of them, one hundred watts, pure Helen.

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