on this trip--and these dreams are rotten poor business. I'm quit of them. Say, Miss Tuppence, there's something I'd like to ask you." "Yes?" "You and Beresford. What about it?" "I don't understand you," replied Tuppence with dignity, adding rather inconsequently: "And, anyway, you're wrong!" "Not got a sort of kindly feeling for one another?" "Certainly not," said Tuppence with warmth. "Tommy and I are friends--nothing more." "I guess every pair of lovers has said that sometime or another," observed Julius.
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