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"Oh!" exclaimed Gertrude Brock under her breath, "look at that poor

fellow asleep in the rain Allen?"

Allen Harrison, ahead, was struggling to hold his uarette He turned as he passed the paper across

his lips

"Throw your coat over hi it to his mouth felt for

his matchcase "Throw my coat over him!"

"Yes"

Allen took out a match "Well, I like that That's like you,

Gertrude Suppose you throw your coat over him"

Gertrude looked silently at her companion There is a moment when

woh to recognize

it Louise, still walking ahead, called, "Come on," but Gertrude did

not ed "You