The heading of the columns said the Hypocrites, and the line beneath “By Hugh Kinross.”
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CHAPTER XXII
A MASTER MIND
Hugh had come back. When he had gone away he had taken with him one small portmanteau that went easily into the luggage rack above his head. But on the return journey he had quite a little sum to pay for excess luggage.
For instance no railway carries a motor bicycle for the consideration tendered to it for a passenger ticket. And a motor bicycle was amongst the things turned out on the Burunda platform when Hugh came back, and, to the astonishment of Kate who had gone to meet him, claimed by him.
“My dear fellow,” she exclaimed when assured it was unmistakably his, “how glad I am! I knew you would come to it sooner or later. Oh, what rides we will have together!” Her face beamed.
“Preserve us!” said Hugh; “Melbourne is not responsible for developing maniacal symptoms in me, I assure you. It’s for you, of course.”
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“You mad boy,” said Kate, “haven’t I already the best you could buy?”
“But it turns your little face red,” said Hugh, “and makes your little heart beat too fast on these hills. This one won’t.”