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There would be no moon. 97 “For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to one side. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. Before very long I hope to have definite work. I see. You don’t happen to know of any one, I suppose, who wants a nursery governess, or a clerk—without shorthand—or a tryer-on, or a copyist, or——” “For Heaven’s sake stop, Miss Pellissier,” he interrupted.
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