"That relieves me and makes me happier
than I was just now, for of course if you're my friend you wouldn't let
me make any mistake about you. I believe you, and now, just before I go
in and we won't see much of each other for a week--if you still want me
to go with you again next Sunday--"
"Yes--won't you, please?"
"Yes, if you like. But I want to tell you now that I count on you in all
this, even though you don't 'talk much,' as you say; I count on you
more than I do on anybody else, and I trust you when you say you're my
friend, and it makes me happy. And I think perhaps you're right about
Fred Mitchell. Talk isn't everything, nobody knows that better than
I, who talk so much! and I think that, instead of talking to Fred, a
steady, quiet influence like yours would do more good than any amount of
arguing. So I trust you, you see? And I'm sorry I had that queer doubt
of you." She held out her hand. "Unless I happen to see you on the
campus for a minute, in the meantime, it's good-bye until a week from
to-day. So--well, so, good-bye until then!"
"Wait," said Ramsey.
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