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 said, finally. "But, just the same, wouldn't give up hope. There's something queer about that note; it doesn't sound quite—quite conclusive."

"It does to me," laughed Miles, bitterly.

"You let her know—she understood that you—cared for her?"

"She must have known, although—oh, hang it, Hunter, I acted like forty kinds of a jackass! I don't know what she thought!"

"How often did you see her?"

"Almost every day for a week; I—I haunted her!"

"Then I guess she had an inkling," said Hunter, sagely. " Women generally know pretty early in the game. How did she treat you, Miles?"

"She was—she treated me better than I deserved. I behaved like a