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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Green Fancy"

He would have been
able to smile and gesticulate in a manner that would have deceived the
most acute observer, while he--ah, he was almost certain to flounder
and make a mess of the situation. He did his best, however, and,
despite his eagerness, managed to come off fairly well. Any one out of
ear-shot would have thought that he was uttering some trifling inanity
instead of these words:
"You may trust me. I have suspected that something was wrong here."
"It is impossible to explain now," she said. "These people are not my
friends. I have no one to turn to in my predicament."
"Yes, you have," he broke in, and laughed rather boisterously for him.
He felt that they were being watched in turn by every person in the
room.
"To-night,--not an hour ago,--I began to feel that I could call upon
you for help. I began to relax. Something whispered to me that I was
no longer utterly alone. Oh, you will never know what it is to have
your heart lighten as mine--But I must control myself. We are not to
waste words."
"You have only to command me, Miss Cameron. No more than a dozen words
are necessary."
"I knew it,--I felt it," she cried eagerly. "Nothing can be done to-
night.


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