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PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN



gruntled with his luck. Of course, he comforted himself, he was bound to find her again sooner or later, for Aiken was too small a place for anyone to hide in, but, like the man in the song, he wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. And, having been luckier than the general run of persons in that particular, he was intolerant of denial. He played a remarkably poor game of golf-pool with Peter Waring and two other men, and went back to the hotel to dress for dinner, blaming himself for having wasted a whole day in searching for a person who didn't want to see him again.