so long that it began to assume a meaning which forced him to speak.
"You are going on to Lincoln to-morrow morning?" he asked.
"Yes; why?"
"It's funny, isn't it," he considered, "but all the time I have been looking for you I never once thought about what I should do after finding you. I guess," he explained to himself, as the girl made no comment, "that just the chance of finding you seemed so 'impossibly good' that I could not think beyond that."
"And now?" the girl asked.
"After a few hours you are going away again. And—it is not permitted to search after people a second time, after once finding them."
"Why do you not come with us to Lincoln then?" the girl asked, a little puzzled. "Mother asked you, did she not?"
"Yes; but—what were you and Mr. Dunneston arguing about this afternoon when
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