uncritically, disregarding its implications. "I could've been right in the first place!"
"You were," I encouraged him. "Till I misled you."
Leonid pounded his back. "Okayship! No more hate! Mrs. Anastasia too!"
Stoker had come to our door at last, and grinned malevolently through the bars -- waiting, I guessed, to refuse to unlock me. But I saw in Leonid's reference to My Ladyship a chance to complete the re-Tutoring of Peter Greene, in whose eye stood tears already of relief; and Stoker's mock, I was willing to gamble, would abet me.
"Don't you realize," I said to Greene, "that Anastasia dismissed the complaint because she loves you? She knows how much you admired her, and how upset you were at what you saw in Dr. Sear's office -- orthought you saw, through the one-way mirror. . ."
Greene blinked strongly. "By jimmy gumbo, George! Do you mean to stand there on your two hind legs and tell me --"
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