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“Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. “Hold on, she’s right here. It was at lunch when McClintock announced that in the mailpouch he had found a letter addressed to Howard Taber, care of Donald McClintock and so-forth. “I mean REALLY independent. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. You and I. “My wife refused absolutely to have anything more to do with me. ‘You are, I think, a gentleman, no?’ Gerald bowed. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged.
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