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 “Well, what am I to do?” says I, laughing.

“I will help you,” says she quickly: “I am thinking.”

Now this piece of consideration in a young miss that might well have run out of her senses on my appearance, and screamed down the house on me, gave me a mighty tender feeling; but I said nothing at the moment, seeing she was involved in thought.

Then: “You will see, sir,” she began in a timid way, “that I am in a case of some embarrassment”

“Gad!” said I, interrupting, for I could see the confusion of her face, and I had clean forgot she was so bare, “I disremembered you wore no clothes. I will go,” I says.

“No, no!” she protested, making a sudden step out of her corner as though to stop me. “But” and here again she fell ashamed and was covered with blushes. As yet I had seen little of the girl’s viznomy, she being obscured in the shadows, but at this forward motion the light was flung upon her, and I vow she was a pretty wench enough. I should