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 "Make it twenty," said the Honorable John Ruffin quietly.

"Twenty! But she was not really hurt!" cried the lawyer in a tone of horror.

"There is such a thing as nervous shock," said the Honorable John Ruffin coldly.

"I must say she doesn't look to me to be suffering from nervous shock," said the lawyer, peering at Pollyooly, with his little ferret eyes.

"Do you mean to say that you don't see how pale she is?" said the Honorable John Ruffin with some heat.

Apparently he had for the moment forgotten that there was never much color in Pollyooly's clear, pale cheeks, save on those rare occasions when she blushed.

"Very well; we'll make it twenty," said the lawyer in a tone of the bitterest pain.

Pollyooly smiled like a contented angel.