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Rh “She asked questions. She wanted to know lerything about you. I guess she asked me a lousand questions. She wanted to know how you loked, how you were doing in your courses, where !>u were during vacation, if you had a girl—oh, rerything; and finally she asked if you ever talked >out her?”

“What did you say?” Hugh demanded breathssly.

“I told her yes, of course. Gee, Hugh, I thought ie was going to cry. We talked some more, all )out you. She’s crazy about you, Hugh; I’m; ire of it. And I think that’s why she’s been hitng the high spots. I felt sorry as the devil for sr. Poor kid. ...”

“Gee, that’s tough; that’s damn tough. Did le send me any message?”

“No. I asked her if she wanted to send her >ve or anything, and she said she guessed not. I link she’s having an awful time, Hugh.” That talk tore Hugh’s peace of mind into quiverig shreds. Cynthia was with him every waking finute, and with her a sense of guilt that would not own. He knew that if he wrote .to her he might lvolve himself in a very difficult situation, but the jmptation was stronger than his discretion. He 'anted to know if Norry was right, and he knew lat he would never have an hour’s real comfort ntil he found out. Cynthia had told him that she