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’ His features relaxed again and he grinned. One with the appearance of a bald little gnome yawned agonizingly. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. Last night there had been no time. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. ’ ‘How can I have more? You have taken my pistol. “You will go and see her,” he begged. ” She laughed gaily.
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