you know, you might have done it after all, what?"
Young Preston watched him solemnly.
"Why, of course, Mr. Dunneston," he agreed, "I might actually have done it, as you say."
"Very decidedly decent of him to have let me off with only might now, wasn't it, Miss Varris?" Preston appealed in appreciation to the girl, as the two moved down the deck together.
"But you should not have told! I tried to stop you," the girl rebuked him. "It wasn't entirely your fault, though," she corrected fairly. "I more than half told him before I saw him."
"Why shouldn't we, anyway?" The American drew in a long breath of the clean, fresh sea air. "We're four hundred miles nearer America every day, and I don't care what happens now! Only I do hope he won't change his bunk and leave me!" he put in feelingly. "I don't believe he will. You told him that we considered there was something funny in
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