MR. TRIMMER THROWS HIS BOMB
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into each other's eyes, don't they usually understand?"
"Do they?"
"Don't they? You surely have had more experience than I?"
"What makes you think so?" she smiled.
"Because your eyes are so very easy to gaze into."
"Mr. Minot—you're gazing into them—brazenly. And—neither of us 'understand,' do we?"
"Oh, no—we're both completely at sea."
"There," she cried triumphantly. "I told you these authors were all wrong."
Minot, having begun to gaze, found difficulty in stopping. She was near, she was beautiful—and a promise made in New York was a dim and distant thing.
"The railroad folders try to make you believe Florida is an annex to Heaven," he said. "I used to think they were lying. But—"
She blushed.
"But what, Mr. Minot?"
