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little while. She looked suspicious, clawed her brains for an excuse to refuse, but, as there was n't a button-less glove, or a holey stocking among the party, she reluctantly gave me leave. I darted away, plunged into the forest, and did not stop walking until I had got well out of sight of the hotel. Then I sat down on a mossy log under a great tree, and looked about for Jack.
A man was coming. I jumped up eagerly, and went to meet him as he appeared among the trees.
It was Mr. Herbert Stokes.
