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-"Oh, I only wish you could," Peggy cried. "But there is no explanation. You may laugh, Roy, you may analyse this business as much as you like, but you will never convince me that I am not face to face with the supernatural."
-"Well," Roy said, with an effort at cheerfulness. "Perhaps not. But, at any rate, I can try. And you will make an effort, won't you? It is no use my devoting all my energies to this strange business, if you are going to let yourself go. And, at any rate, you will dine with the Fabers to-morrow night, won't you?"