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all about calico There--that hat she o back to Drayton "till

this little cloud blows over"

"I don't want to go to Drayton, to those people They talk I know they

talk, and I don't like them Besides, I want to stay in London Nobody

knows me here except you"

"Do I know you?"

"Well, if you don't, you ought to--by noonder if h I'd rather she didn't She talks too, you

know; she doesn't mean to, but she can't help it What I like about you

is--you never talk"

"You won't let o?"

"No," said Louis emphatically "Don't"

"Why not?"

He tossed the letter aside, and their eyes met

"It would look like defeat"