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"Is she so very pretty, Peter?"

I stared up at the

"I wonder if you bother her with your Epictetus and--and

dry-as-dust quotations?"

I bit my lips and stared up at the moon

"Or perhaps she likes yourthat I would not speak, Char, very sweet and low, as if to herself, yet, when I chanced

to glance towards her, I found herwere these: "O,in June;

O, my luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune"

And so, at last, unable to bear it any longer, I rose and, taking

my candle, went into my room and closed the door But I had been

there scarcely five minutes when Charmian knocked

"Oh, Peter! I wish to speak to you--please" Obediently I opened

the door

"What is it, Charmian?"

"You dropped this from your pocket when you took out your

tinder-box so clu towardsdown at it, I saw that it was Black George's

letter to Prudence