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"Congratulations, Barbara," he said
heartily. "Since you absolutely refuse me, you couldn't do
better. He's the finest chap I know. If it's Valentine the
Familey is kicking up such a row about, you leave it to me. I'll
tell them a few things."
I was stunned. Would anybody have beleived it? To pick a
name out of the air, so to speak, and off a malted milk tablet,
and then to find that it actualy belonged to some one--was
sickning.
"It may not be the one you know" I said desperately.
"It--it's a common name. There must be plenty of Valentines."
"Sure there are, lace paper and Cupids--lots of that sort.
But there's only one Harold Valentine, and now you've got him
pinned to the wall! I'll tell you what I'll do, Barbara. I'm a
real friend of yours. Always have been. Always will be. The
chances are against the Familey letting him get this letter.
I'll give it to him."
"_Give _it to him?"
"Why, he's here. You know that, don't you? He's in town
over the holadays."
"Oh, no!" I said in a gasping Voice.
"Sorry," he said. "Probably meant it as a surprize to you.


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