"
"When you have, I'll listen to you. But you couldn't make me
believe it, anyway. Why, Fitz, look at him!"
"Take me with you," insisted the other, "and let me ask him a
question or two that any honorable man could answer. They don't
call him the Unspeakable Perk for nothing, Miss Polly."
"It's just because they don't understand his type. Nor do you,
Fitz, and so you mistrust him."
"I understand that you've shown more interest in him than in any
one you know," said the other miserably.
Her laugh rang as free and frank as a child's.
"Interest? That's true. But if you mean sentiment, Fitz, after
once having looked into the depths of those absurd goggles, can
you, COULD you think of sentiment and the beetle man in the same
breath?"
"No, I couldn't," he confessed, relieved. "But, then, I never have
been able to understand you, Miss Polly."
"Therein lies my fatal charm," she said saucily. "Now, to the
beetle man, I'm a specimen. HE understands as much as he wants to.
Probably I shall never see him after to-day, anyway. He's going to
get a message through for us that will deliver us from this land
of bondage.
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