Through her sobs the girl said indistinctly: "You're from home. I can tell by your voice. It makes me home-sick." "Sure I'm from home. I'm your cousin--Julius Hersheimmer. I came over to Europe on purpose to find you--and a pretty dance you've led me." The car slackened speed. George spoke over his shoulder: "Cross-roads here, sir. I'm not sure of the way." The car slowed down till it hardly moved. As it did so a figure climbed suddenly over the back, and plunged head first into the midst of them. "Sorry," said Tommy, extricating himself. A mass of confused exclamations greeted him. He replied to them
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