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           "Nowthen,"beganOlson,producinganote-book,"Iwantyourrealnames—nodamnJohnSmithorMaryBrown."

           "Waitaminute,"saidAmoryquietly."Justdropthatbig-bullystuff.Wemerelygotcaught,that’sall."

           Olsonglaredathim.

           "Name?"hesnapped.

           AmorygavehisnameandNewYorkaddress.

           "Andthelady?"

           "MissJill—"

           "Say,"criedOlsonindignantly,"justeaseuponthenurseryrhymes.What’syourname?SarahMurphy?MinnieJackson?"

           "Oh,myGod!"criedthegirlcuppinghertear-stainedfaceinherhands."Idon’twantmymothertoknow.Idon’twantmymothertoknow."

           "Comeonnow!"

           "Shutup!"criedAmoryatOlson.

           Aninstant’spause.

           "StellaRobbins,"shefalteredfinally."GeneralDelivery,Rugway,NewHampshire."

           Olsonsnappedhisnote-bookshutandlookedatthemveryponderously.

           "Byrightsthehotelcouldturntheevidenceovertothepoliceandyou’dgotopenitentiary,youwould,forbringin’agirlfromoneStateto’notherf’rimmoralpurp’ses—"Hepausedtoletthemajestyofhiswordssinkin."But—thehotelisgoingtoletyouoff."

           "Itdoesn’twanttogetinthepapers,"criedJillfiercely."Letusoff!Huh!"

           AgreatlightnesssurroundedAmory.Herealizedthathewassafeandonlythendidheappreciatethefullenormityofwhathemighthaveincurred.

           "However,"continuedOlson,"there’saprotectiveassociationamongthehotels.