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"Well, have you decided yet ?" The ironical voice broke sharply into the midst of her fugitive thoughts, and Sara jumped violently, flushing scarlet as she found Trent's eyes surveying her with a quietly quizzical expression.
"Decided what ?" she asked defensively.
"Where to place me--whether among the sheep or the goats.

You were dissecting my character, weren't you ?" He waited for an answer, but Sara maintained an embarrassed silence.

He had divined the subject of her thoughts too nearly.
He laughed.
"The decision has gone against me, I see.

Well, I'm not surprised.