He stiffened involuntarily. "I don't know."

"Please try!" she urged softly. "I feel sure you can. Why--why don't you

like Rosa Mundi?"

He looked at her, and his eyes were steely; but they softened by

imperceptible degrees as they met the earnest sweetness of her answering

look. "No, I can't tell you that," he said with decision.

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