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A queer little smile played about her lips as she folded the paper for future perusal. Turning the earner of the deck-building she almost collided with R. Schmidt, who stood leaning against the wall, scanning the little newspaper with eyes that were blind to everything else. "Oh!" she gasped. "I'm sorry," he exclaimed, crumpling the paper in his hand as he backed away, flushing. "Stupid of me.
"Do you think I'm a fool, Will Blithers?" she flashed, and did not wait for an answer. He chuckled to himself as she swept imperiously out of sight around a corner of the deck-building. He was up bright and early the next morning, tingling with anticipation. There ought to be word from Paris before noon, and it might come earlier.
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