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Next day as Serene was passing she ran up to the veranda railing to speak to her new friend.
"We've made up," she said, radiantly. "And I'm never going to be a bit jealous of him again as long as I live. He didn't care for that Ethel Slater. I should have known. It was horrid of me not to trust him. And you did It all, you dear, sweet, beautiful thing, you!" She picked up the lady's baud and kissed it.
"I'm so glad you made up," she said. "We didn't, you see—he and I. I was •jealous, too. And when I came to my senses it was too late—" She looked away. "He had got over caring?" breathed Serene, tragically.
"Oh, no!" The veranda lady caught her breath. "He just died," she whispered, miserably.
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