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40 now she cast down her eyes for a moment. "I always do."

"I know it and you can't imagine how much I treasure those letters," he went on.

"Well, I—I think a lot of your letters, too," she whispered.

"Then you want me to write very often?"

"Yes."

"All right, I will. And, Jessie" continued Dave, but just then a shout from Sam interrupted him.