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Garrison's Finish : a romance of the race course by William Blair Morton Ferguson
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hostages to their friendship. They wished to show how much they cared
for one another by making us supremely miserable for life. Of course,
I spent my life in arranging how you should look, if you ever came
home--which I devoutly hoped you wouldn't. It wouldn't be so difficult,
you see, if you happened to match my ideals. Then it would be a real
love-feast, with parents' blessings and property thrown in to boot."

"And then I turned up--a little, under-sized, nothingless pea, instead
of the regular patented, double-action, stalwart Adonis of your
imagination," added Garrison dryly.

"How well you describe yourself!" said the girl admiringly.

"It must be horrible!" he condoled half-cynically.

"And of course you, too, were horribly disappointed?" she added, after a
moment's pause, tapping her oxford with tennis-racket.

Garrison turned and deliberately looked into her gray eyes.

"Yes; I am--horribly," he lied calmly. "My ideal is the dark, quiet girl
of the clinging type."

"She wouldn't have much to cling to," sniffed the girl. "We'll be
miserable together, then. Do you know, I almost hate you! I think I do.
I'm quite sure I do."

Garrison eyed her in silence, the smile on his lips. She returned the
look, her face flushed.

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