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' back to the ship with the children. As
| the fatigues of the day had given me
a violent headache, I gladly seized the
opportunity of accompanying her, at
which she protested a little.
“Mr. Morman will be so disap-
pointed that you can’t go to his din-
'ner!” she said. “You and the Cro-
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be hurt. Yes, I dare say—indeed, I
am sure you are right. You are so
wise, you don’t know how I appreciate
being with you. The world has an
evil tongue. Does your head ache
very badly?”
“Very badly,” I returned.
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ish. Oh, Mr. Morman, what a friend
you are!”
“You little witch,” he returned,
endeavoring to lower his usually un-
reserved tones. ‘ ‘ Be careful how you
play with me! There is very little I
would not do for you. But don’t pre-
sume too far upon my friendship.”
Amelia looked detached and pen-
sive. as if in contemplation _of -some
tuji Liu me next steamer comes, while
you and the children went on to Genoai
and waited for me? Mr. Mormanl
wants me so much to do it, and I could*
be with his friejids at the hotel, you!
know. Not that a woman in my posi-i
tion needs a chaperon. What do yoiy
think—could I do it?”
I stood aghast.
“ I suppose you could, my dear,” j
gasped, “but I really hope you won’t|
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