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Dry as a whisper came her answer, in a voice which lacked the nonchalance she tried to give it "I daresay I'll be as friendlyas you deserve"

"You've got to be a heap more friendly than that, partner"

They had co of the ways for theain and offered hiain Good-by"

He was suddenly conscious that he desired very greatly her regard and her approval

"Is that all you have to say? Are you going to leave me like this?"

"What more is there to be said?" She asked it quietly, with the cale that had its birth in hopelessness

"This much, at least I don't release you fro to be dreaotten little Moya, who kissed ht on the deck of the Victorian"

"She was a baby at the tiirl

He had not released her hand Now, as he looked straight into the sweet face with eyes like troubled stars, it caht that he had ers abruptly "Good-by"

His crisp footfalls seemed to print themselves on a heart of lead How could she know that he carried aith him a vision of sweet youth that was to endure!