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His hair had begun to gray, his belly had just begun to round. "But, I should think, after the specimen you've just given of your amiable disposition, no person would be likely to saddle himself with such an incumbrance. "I don't think he would," acquiesced the carpenter. Then a roar of hisses. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. “I’ve thought about it. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. You know—I worship you. I'm in a funk," Spurlock confessed. ” A shade of concern darkened Carol Diedermayer’s face. He jumped out of the car.
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