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Good-by, Mr. Sawyer, and do not forget your unhappy
friend."
"I promise to remember her and her quest," said Quincy.
He gave the little hand extended to him, a slight pressure and ran up
the stairs. As he did so he heard the parlor door close behind him.
As they were driving home, Alice several times took what appeared to be
a letter from her muff and held it up as though trying to read it.
Quincy glanced towards her.
"Mr. Sawyer, can you keep a secret?" asked Alice.
"I have a big one on my mind now," replied Quincy, "that I would like to
confide to some one."
"Why don't you?" asked Alice.
"As soon as I can find a person whom I think can fully sympathize with
me I shall do so, but for the present I must bear my burden in silence,"
said he.
"I hope you Will not have to wait long before finding that sympathetic
friend," remarked Alice.
"I hope so, too," he replied. "But I have not answered your question,
Miss Pettengill. If I can serve you by storing a secret with you, it
shall be safe with me."
"Will you promise not to speak of it, not even to me?" she asked.


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