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"If I thought he lived——" observed Wood. I can get into my clothes. And think things out. "I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now. I hope that some day he'll understand how much he owes you. " "All right, Mr. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. " McClintock without further speech strode toward his bungalow; and half an hour later Spurlock, passing, heard the piano-tuning key at work. Happy Birthday, then. But the objects in his range of vision remained unchanged. Had Valade been to see him? Possibly even yesterday when he was followed by some young lad—and the girl, of course. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless.
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