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HIS own gaze fell first, prompted by a ridiculous sense of guilt which he warmly resented the next instant. Why should he be ashamed? He had done nothing out of the way, and to prove it he would look at her again. But she had turned away now and Wade's air of conscious virtue and perfect innocence was wasted. The porter came down the aisle and stopped.
"Thirty cents, Miss. Thank you, Miss."
"Will they get it off right away?" asked the Girl.
"Yes'm."
Miss Pearse, in the seat ahead, appeared from behind the highly-colored covers of the Ladies' Pictorial.
"What does he say, Prue?" she asked.
("Prue!" Wade heard and gloated.)
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