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Two Encounters. His greatest satisfaction was in Geraldine’s company. He took her once to dinner and the theatre and entertained her several times in his apartment. When he was with her she absorbed him, not as Gloria had, but quieting those erotic sensibilities in him that worried over Gloria. It didn’t matter how he kissed Geraldine. A kiss was a kiss—to be enjoyed to the utmost for its short moment. To Geraldine things belonged in definite pigeonholes: a kiss was one thing, anything further was quite another; a kiss was all right; the other things were “bad.” When half the interval was up two incidents occurred on successive days that upset his increasing calm and caused a temporary relapse. The first was—he saw Gloria. It was a short meeting. Both bowed. Both spoke, yet neither hear