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"Many thanks, it's really impossible; there are limits even to the
escapades allowed under the cloak of 'Copy'! Where can I communicate
with you?"
"Oh! how disappointed I am! But I must permit you to know your
own wishes better than I can hope to know them, Miss Cumberly.
Therefore"--Helen was persistently holding out her hand--"good night!
Might I venture to telephone to YOU in the morning? We could then come
to some arrangement, no doubt"...
"You might not find me at home"...
"But at nine o'clock!"
"It allows me no time to make up my party!"
"But such a party must not exceed three: yourself and two others"...
"Nevertheless, it has to be arranged."
"I shall ring up to-morrow evening, and if you are not at home, your
maid will tell me when you are expected to return."
Helen quite clearly perceived that no address and no telephone number
were forthcoming.
"You are committing yourself to endless and unnecessary trouble, Mr.
Gianapolis, but if you really wish to do as you suggest, let it be so.
Good night!"
She barely touched his extended hand, turned, and ran fleetly back
toward the door of Palace Mansions. Ere reaching the entrance, however,
she dropped a handkerchief, stooped to recover it, and glanced back
rapidly.
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