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 "Come, you will accept, will you not?" She extended her hand. "Shall we be friends?"

He trembled for a moment and his own hand resistlessly sought hers.

"Yes!" he cried with deep emotion, unconsciously crushing her hand in his.

"You will come to-morrow morning to the house and go over the papers with me?"

"To-morrow afternoon," he replied, as a momentary cloud shadowed his brow. "I have an important engagement for the morning." And he thought of Billy with a pang.

"Then to-morrow afternoon," she cried, with a tender smile that lingered as a caress long after she had passed from the door.