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“They say there are spots on the sun. ” “It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. ” “A—marriage certificate!” Annabel gasped. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. Come up stairs, and take a glass of brandy. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them. All emotions laid hold of him, but none could he stay long enough to analyze it.
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