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refuse to surrender her no , Myra slid her bare feet into her bedrooh the es to the outer apartment

"Comer e heber e fu a tray set

on a stool close by the electric heater On the tray stood a steanac, a plate of biscuits, a cup and

saucer, and a silver cigarette-box

"More ic!" commented Myra, as Dolores set a chair for her and poured

out a glass of cognac which she insisted upon Myra drinking at once

Then she poured out coffee, gabbled so about the "bueno

rant coffee and looked about her with

interest

"This is certainly brigandage up to date!" she reflected "I wonder

what manner of man El Diablo Cojuelo is?"

A lanced over

her shoulder expecting to see Mother Dolores, but saw instead the

hooded figure of El Diablo Cojuelo Instinctively, she drew her silken

dressing-gown closer around her and started to her feet

"I am sorry if I startled you, señorita," said Cojuelo "It is a

delightful surprise to find you like this"