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The door opened quietly, but the sound of Carey's step and the rush of air accompanying his entrance caused George, whose head was again bent over the books and papers upon the desk, to look up with a start. He caught his breath with a gasp and his hand shot forward as if to hide one of those papers. He was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and upon his face was that same expression which Carey had noticed there when he peeped beneath the window shade. He stared for an instant and then, the tension of his attitude relaxed as he recognized his brother.
-"Oh!" he exclaimed, in evident relief. "It's you, eh?"