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"Georgie" With amazed eyes he opened and read:

Georgie grew crimson’then he laughed.

"Well," he said, "I should like to meet him in a lonely lane. Perhaps I did let myself go a bit when he made his offer. But I got there, and we won the match. Nothing else matters." 188