“I had found her at last, and she shot me. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats.
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