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           "Hewon’tbefarwrong,"saidPeter,gloomily.Andtheywentforwardtomeettheoldgentleman.

           "Hullo,"hesaid,shakinghandswiththemallinturn."Thisisaverygreatpleasure."

           "ItWASgoodofyoutogetout,"Bobbiesaid,perspiringandpolite.

           HetookherarmanddrewherintothewaitingroomwheresheandtheothershadplayedtheadvertisementgamethedaytheyfoundtheRussian.PhyllisandPeterfollowed."Well?"saidtheoldgentleman,givingBobbie’sarmakindlittleshakebeforeheletitgo."Well?Whatisit?"

           "Oh,please!"saidBobbie.

           "Yes?"saidtheoldgentleman.

           "WhatImeantosay—"saidBobbie.

           "Well?"saidtheoldgentleman.

           "It’sallveryniceandkind,"saidshe.

           "But?"hesaid.

           "IwishImightsaysomething,"shesaid.

           "Sayit,"saidhe.

           "Well,then,"saidBobbie—andoutcamethestoryoftheRussianwhohadwrittenthebeautifulbookaboutpoorpeople,andhadbeensenttoprisonandtoSiberiaforjustthat.

           "Andwhatwewantmorethananythingintheworldistofindhiswifeandchildrenforhim,"saidBobbie,"butwedon’tknowhow.Butyoumustbemosthorriblyclever,oryouwouldn’tbeaDirectionoftheRailway.AndifYOUknewhow—andwould?We’dratherhavethatthananythingelseintheworld.