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The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. CHAPTER I. Thames Darrell is—" "My husband nicknames him Thames," interrupted Mrs. Not fit to be dust on your boots. They showered together. "Hush!—come hither, and I'll tell you. McClintock never threw away any advertising matter; in fact, he openly courted pamphlets; and they came from automobile dealers and great mail-order houses, from haberdashers and tailors and manufacturers of hair-tonics, razors, gloves, shoes, open plumbing. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. ” He said. "What do you want fot that coat, friend?" asked Jack, as he came up. If I had known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide.
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