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Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. I——” She threw herself into an easy chair. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's.
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