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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Green Fancy"

Barnes," she said,
appealingly. "I cannot say anything now. I am in a very perplexing
position. You see, I am not quite sure that I am right in my
conclusions, and it would be dreadful if I were to make a mistake."
"If they are up to any game that may work harm to the Allies, they
must not be allowed to go on with it," he said sternly. "Don't wait
too long before exposing them, Miss Cameron."
"I--I cannot speak now," she said, painfully.
"You said that to-morrow night would be too late. What did you mean by
that?"
"Do you insist on pinning me down to--"
"No. You may tell me to mind my own business, if you like."
"That is not a nice way to put it, Mr. Barnes. I could never say such
a thing to you."
He was silent. She waited a few seconds and then removed her head from
his shoulder. He heard the sharp intake of her breath and felt the
convulsive movement of the arm that rested against his. There was no
mistaking her sudden agitation.
"I will tell you," she said, and he was surprised by the harshness
that came into her voice. "To-morrow morning was the time set for my
marriage to that wretch up there. I could have avoided it only by
destroying myself. If you had come to-morrow night instead of to-night
you would have found me dead, that is all.


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