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She nodded, watching him calmly. Gordon smiled disarmingly.
"The fact is," he confessed, "I ran across her during the thunderstorm and we shared the same shelter for a few minutes. One can't discover young ladies in forests without becoming at least mildly curious about them."
"What is it you want to know about her?" asked Leona.
"Well, who she is, for one thing. After that, where she is."
"She didn't tell you her name?"
"Why should she? One doesn't ask a girl under such circumstances "
"No? How long did you—share the same shelter?"
Gordon shrugged. "Five minutes, perhaps; ten, maybe. It was banging away most of the time and there wasn't much chance for confidences."
Miss Morrill smiled. "Ten minutes? Then I fancy if you didn't learn her name it was because she wouldn't tell it."
Gordon made a grimace. "That doesn't sound flattering," he laughed.
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