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METAL WITH A BRAIN.
The eagerness, the relief in his voice betrayed the tension, the anxiety which until now he had hidden so well; and hot shame burned me for my shrinking, my dread of again passing through that haunted vale.
"I certainly DO." I was once more master of myself.

"Drake--don't you agree ?" "Sure," he replied.

"Sure.

I'll look after Ruth--er--I mean Miss Ventnor." The glint of amusement in Ventnor's eyes at this faded abruptly; his face grew somber.
"Wait," he said.