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PALMER, fussing among his blue prints, looked up as his stenographer ushered Dan Maynard into his office.
"Sit down," he exclaimed heartily. "I was afraid you wouldn't come back after all; you need not wait, Miss Hall," and the stenographer walked out, closing the door behind her. Palmer swung his swivel-chair about so as to face his visitor who had selected a seat near the desk. "I stopped at the Burnhams' particularly to see you, but found you had left to come here."