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“Dear John,” she whispered. ‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. Why? Here was a curtain indeed. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. “For me,” Manning went on, “this isn’t final. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and again at stoplights. ‘My name’s NOT More, Mr.
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