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 she had left. It was the one thing that could save her.

She surprised both Wilsnach and the officer waiting somewhat restlesstly [sic] at the open door by suddenly flinging her arms about the man beside her.

"D'yuh rully care for me?" she passionately demanded.

"Of course I do," was the reply of a somewhat constrained Wilsnach, glancing apprehensively toward the hallway.

"Then I don't give a rip what happens!" she cried out with her abandoned little vibrata of emotion.