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The young man laughed and turned to go. "Why doesn't Ned Ferry make her let Gholson alone? He can do it; he's got her round his finger as tight as she's got Gholson round hers."

Maybe I did not say vindictive things inside me just then! The three nieces had turned open-mouthed upon one another and sunk down upon their luggage with averted faces.

"Some of our boys attacked by a rabbit," I suggested, but still hearkened.

I found but one white figure under the dim veranda eaves. "Miss Camille?"

"I--I believe it yet! You are Charlotte Oliver!"

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