"So
have no fear--although I have been half minded at times to revenge
myself upon you for that runaway. I could make you dreadfully
uncomfortable, for when I take my pen in hand my imagination in the
direction of the horrible is something awful. I shall be merciful,
however, for I believe in the realistic idea, and I will merely make
use of the power my pen possesses over you to have you act precisely
as you would if you were actually here."
"Then I am not here?" I queried.
"What do you think?' she asked, archly.
I was about to say that if I weren't, I wished most heartily that I
were; but I remembered fortunately that it would never do for me to
flirt with Stuart Harley's heroine, so I contented myself with
saying, boldly, "I don't know what to think."
Miss Andrews looked at me for a moment, and then, reaching out her
hand, took mine, pressed it, and relinquished it, saying, "You are a
loyal friend indeed."
There was nothing flirtatious about the act; it was a simple and
highly pleasing acknowledgment of my forbearance, and it made me
somewhat more comfortable than I had been at any time since my sudden
transportation through the air.
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