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CUPID EN ROUTE
"But I—couldn't go on, could I?" he asked hopelessly.
"Why?"
"Because if I did it would mean that I would still hope."
"Oh."
"And after what you've said—"
"I didn't know that I'd said—anything particular," she murmured.
"You said you didn't want to make my acquaintance or see me again."
"Did I? And you said, didn't you? that it took two to—to say good bye."
"Then you didn't mean it?" he cried eagerly. "Not all of it, that is? You'll let me—"
She laughed.
"Mr. Forbes, how do you expect me to know what I meant or didn't mean when I'm starving to death? Do you suppose there is anything to eat anywhere?"
"Eat?" he echoed vacantly.
"Yes, is eating quite outside your philosophy? Perhaps it does sound prosaic, but
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