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It came exactly as I handed
it to you: the envelope, the blank paper, and the bill."
"But you know, of course, where it comes from?"
"I can't say I do. Evidently," said Mr. Queed, "it is intended as a
gift."
"Then--perhaps you have a good friend here after all? Some one who has
guessed--"
"I think I told you that I have but two friends, and I know for a
certainty that they are both in New York. Besides, neither of them would
give me twenty dollars."
"But--but--but," said the girl, laughing through her utter
bewilderment--"aren't you interested to know who _did_ give it to you?
Aren't you _curious?_ I assure you that in this city it's not a bit
usual to get money through the mails from anonymous admirers--"
"Nor did I say that this was a usual case. I told you that I didn't
_know_ who sent me this."
"Exactly--"
"But I have an idea. I think my father sent it."
"Oh! Your father ..."
So he had a father, an eccentric but well-to-do father, who, though not
a friend, yet sent in twenty dollars now and then to relieve his son's
necessities. Sharlee felt her heart rising.


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