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84 "Rather—there's more to come!" said Dennis. He stood meeting her singular smile. "I'm only waiting for it."

"I mean there's a lot behind—a general attitude. Read between the lines!"

"Don't you suppose I have, miss? I didn't venture, myself, to say that to you."

"Do I have so to be prompted and coached?" asked Rose. "I don't believe you even see all I mean. There are hints and tacit promises—glimpses of what may happen if you'll give them time."

"Oh, I'll give them time!" Dennis declared. "But he's really awfully cautious. You're sharp to have made out so much."

"Naturally—I'm sharp." Then, after an instant, "Let me have the letter again," the girl said, holding out her hand. Dennis promptly drew it forth, and she took it and went over it in silence once more. He turned away as he had done before, to give her a chance; he hummed slowly, to himself, about the room, and once more, at the end of some minutes, it appeared to strike him that she prolonged her perusal. But when he