“I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. “Wow, congratulations, Martin. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. She shook them off of one foot. '" "An ingenious device," laughed Gay. I admit it. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears. "It is Jonathan.
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