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6. When he begins to notice things, I want you to trap his interest, to amuse him, keep his thoughts from reverting to his misfortunes. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry. The poor fellow's half smothered. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. ‘Very well, Kimble. Part 4 MY DEAR VEE, he wrote.
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