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"
Say
,
"
cried
Olson
indignantly
,
"
just
ease
up
on
the
nursery
rhymes
.
What
's
your
name
?
Sarah
Murphy
?
Minnie
Jackson
?
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
cried
the
girl
cupping
her
tear-stained
face
in
her
hands
.
"
I
do
n't
want
my
mother
to
know
.
I
do
n't
want
my
mother
to
know
.
"
"
Come
on
now
!
"
"
Shut
up
!
"
cried
Amory
at
Olson
.
An
instant
's
pause
.
"
Stella
Robbins
,
"
she
faltered
finally
.
"
General
Delivery
,
Rugway
,
New
Hampshire
.
"
Olson
snapped
his
note-book
shut
and
looked
at
them
very
ponderously
.
"
By
rights
the
hotel
could
turn
the
evidence
over
to
the
police
and
you
'd
go
to
penitentiary
,
you
would
,
for
bringin
'
a
girl
from
one
State
to
'n
other
f
'
r
immoral
purp
's
es
--
"
He
paused
to
let
the
majesty
of
his
words
sink
in
.
"
But
--
the
hotel
is
going
to
let
you
off
.
"
"
It
does
n't
want
to
get
in
the
papers
,
"
cried
Jill
fiercely
.
"
Let
us
off
!
Huh
!
"
A
great
lightness
surrounded
Amory
.
He
realized
that
he
was
safe
and
only
then
did
he
appreciate
the
full
enormity
of
what
he
might
have
incurred
.
