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"I must tell you," she was saying. He’s out in Phoenix last I heard. Applying his ear to the keyhole, Jack listened, but could detect no sound. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. A brisk talk sprang up between Capes and Mr. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male.
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