"Bah! he is a nickum--a mysterious
imp," snapped Pemrose, the fire that
smoldered behind her white face leaping
up. "Can't be shyness with him; he
doesn't look the least bit shy! Oh-h!
what a fool I was to give him a chance to
help me--save me--in a 'pinch', again."

Tears were springing to her eyes now,--tears
of reaction.

She felt that an eighteen-year-old youth,
privileged to save her life twice--it
seemed a privilege at the moment--might,
at least, have had the manners to
let her thank him for it.

"Oh! he's the nicest and the--hor-*rid-est--boy
I ever saw," wailed Una,
in tribute to the train-wreck, still a nightmare
on her mind.

Both girls were dumfounded, as well
they might be.

Pemrose, with her blue eyes under jet-*black
lashes--girdled, moreover, with
her father's growing fame--Una, with
lighter eyelashes and hair, and that little
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