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"But don't you know you've changed?" he asked. "Can't you see the difference in yourself?" "Not I. It is the world that has changed." "But your hair was black. Now it's light as ashes." "Was it?" she asked. "Is it?" He groaned in exasperation. "Kyra," he said, "you must know something about yourself." Her exquisite eyes turned their silver on him. "I do," she said. "I know that what I want is mine, and"—her pure lips smiled—"I think I want you, Dan." It seemed to him, that she changed at that moment. Her beauty was not quite as it had been, but somehow more wildly intoxicating than before. He realized what it meant; her environment now contained a man she loved, or thought she loved, and she was adapting to that, too. She was becoming—he shivered slightly—irresistible! Bach must hav