. “I believe,” he said, “that you mean me to be Prime Minister. He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. “Never heard anything of it. “And even then—” The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment. Mike sat down, his body too large for the petite blue couch.
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