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434 Mrs. Comstock's note was much the same. Ammon was ill with disappointment. In the arbour he laid his head on the table, among the implements of Elnora's loved work, and gulped down dry sobs he could not restrain. Mrs. Comstock never had liked him so well. Her hand involuntarily crept toward his dark head, then she drew back. Elnora would not want her to do anything whatever to influence him. "What am I going to do to convince Edith Carr that I do not love her, and Elnora that I am hers?" he demanded. "I guess you have to figure that out yourself," said Mrs. Comstock. "I'd be glad to help you if I could, but it seems to be up to you." Ammon sat a long time in silence. "Well, I have decided!" he said abruptly. "Are you perfectly sure Elnora had plenty of money and a safe place to go?" "Absolutely!" answered Mrs. Comstock. "She has been taking care of herself ever since she was born, and