Chase yourselves, now, Marg--Holt.

Leave that slacker to _us_!" Margaret gave a start, a gasp.

She looked hard at her brother.

Blair wore a cool smile, underneath which there was sterner hidden meaning.
Then Margaret looked at Lane with slow, deep blush, making her really beautiful.
"Margie, we're for you two, strong," said Lane, with a smile.

"Go hide from Swann." "But I--I came with him," she faltered.
"Then let him find you--in other words, let him _get_ you....