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Thinking of this now, she thought of her brother--and the old hurt at
his absence on that night throbbed again. Forgive? Yes. But how could
she forget it?
"I wish you knew Gerald well," she said impulsively; "he is such a dear
fellow; and I think you'd be good for him--and besides," she hastened to
add, with instinctive loyalty, lest he misconstrue, "Gerald would be
good for you. We were a great deal together--at one time."
He nodded, smilingly attentive.
"Of course when he went away to school it was different," she added.
"And then he went to Yale; that was four more years, you see."
"I was a Yale man," remarked Selwyn; "did he--" but he broke off
abruptly, for he knew quite well that young Erroll could have made no
senior society without his hearing of it. And he had not heard of
it--not in the cane-brakes of Leyte where, on his sweat-soaked shirt, a
small pin of heavy gold had clung through many a hike and many a scout
and by many a camp-fire where the talk was of home and of the chances of
crews and of quarter-backs.


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