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Rh vehemently denied it, and Hugh knew that some of he engaged men had led gay lives in college. He ould not reach any decision; at times he was sure hat what he felt for Cynthia was love; at other imes he was sure that it was n’t. I At last in desperation he telegraphed to her that ie was coming to New York and that she should neet him at Grand Central at three o’clock the lext day. He knew that he ought n’t to go. He /ould be able to stay in New York only a little lore than two hours because his father and mother /ould arrive in Haydensville the day following, and e felt that he had to be there to greet them. He iamned himself for his impetuousness all during he long trip, and a dozen times he wished he were ack safe in the Nu Delta house. What in hell /ould he say to Cynthia, anyway? What would e do when he saw her? Kiss her? “I won’t ave a damned bit of sense left if I do.” She was waiting for him as he came through the ate. Quite without thinking, he put down his bag nd kissed her. Her touch had its old power; his lood leaped. With a tremendous effort of will e controlled himself. That afternoon was alluportant; he must keep his head. “It’s sweet of you to come,” Cynthia whispered, linging to him, “so damned sweet.” “It’s damned good to see you,” he replied .ruffly. “Come on while I check this bag. I’ve