TIMOTHY . 
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— was quite unfamiliar to him. Lady visitors 
vo the office were rare. 
“ Does she want to sell typewriters and 
things ? ” he asked the clerk, who waited. 
“ I shouldn’t imagine so, sir.” 
the instant Timothy realized that she had 
beautiful eyes and charming colouring. 
“ Mr. Wells, is it not ? ” 
The inflections of her voice were not 
English. 
“ Then she must be collecting subscrip- 
tions for some charity,” said Timothy. 
At his entrance a girl seated by the fire 
rose and turned to greet him, her hand held 
out as if sure of a welcoming clasp. Within 
“ Yes,” he replied, shaking hands a trifle 
awkwardly. He glanced at the card. “ You 
are Miss Gale ? ” 
She bowed slightly, and waited for him to 
continue. 
