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been soaked to the skin if I'd kept on to the cabin."
"You look soaked to the skin now," she replied with a shaky laugh. Gordon liked that laugh. He liked her voice, too. In fact, as he looked at her now, he found every instant something new to like.
"Oh, I'm not really wet. This jacket sheds the rain pretty well, about as well as any 'rain-proof' stuff does. Besides, I'm used to it. I'll be back at the hotel in ten minutes, and a tub and a palmetto will leave me feeling as fit as a fiddle."
"A palmetto?" she asked questioningly.
"Yes. Haven't you tried 'em? They make 'em to the King's taste at the club. I'll introduce you to one the first time we meet."
"Oh, it's something to drink?"
"Quite so," he laughed. "It's a very wonderful cocktail, quite the best thing to be found in Aiken. Oh, I say, you're not going yet?"
"I must." She tried to rise, but her cramped limbs failed her. Gordon sprang to his feet and helped her up.
"Are you sure you feel—aright enough?" he
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