No woman could twist him around her finger, yet it was
possible to lead him a long way in the direction one wanted.
Mrs. Mallory sat down in the hall beside the telephone, her fingers
laced about one crossed knee. She knew that if Sheba O'Neill had not
come on the scene, Macdonald would have asked her to marry him. He had
been moving slowly toward her for months. They understood each other and
were at ease together. Between them was a strong physical affinity. Both
were good-tempered and were wise enough to expect human imperfection.
Then Diane Paget had brought in this slim, young cousin of hers and
Colby Macdonald had been fascinated by the mystery of her innocent
youth. Mrs. Mallory was like steel beneath the soft and indolent
surface. Swiftly she mapped her plan of attack. The Alaskan could not be
moved, but it might be possible to startle the girl into breaking the
engagement. Genevieve Mallory would have used the weapon at hand without
scruple in any case, but she justified herself on the ground that such a
marriage could result only in unhappiness.
But before she made any move Mrs. Mallory intended to be sure of her
facts. It was like her to go to headquarters for information.
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