Yes, he's here, with bells on."
He then put the letter in his pocket before my very eyes,
and sat down on the corner of the writing table!
"You don't know how all this has releived my mind," he
said. "The poor chap's been looking down. Not interested in
anything. Of course this explains it. He' s the sort to take
Love hard. At college he took everything hard--like to have died
once with German meazles."
He picked up a book, and the charred picture was
underneath. He pounced on it. "Pounced" is exactly the right
word.
"Hello!" he said. "Familey again, I suppose. Yes, it's Hal,
all right. Well, who would have thought it!"
My last hope died. Then and there I had a nervous chill. I
was compelled to prop my chin on my hand to keep my teeth from
chattering.
"Tell you what I'll do," he said, in a perfectly cheerfull
tone that made me cold all over. "I'll be the Cupid for your
Valentine. See? Far be it from me to see Love's young dream
wiped out by a hardhearted Familey. I'm going to see this thing
through. You count on me, Barbara. I'll arrange that you get a
chance to see each other, Familey or no Familey.
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