"Hush!—come hither, and I'll tell you. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. Sorry I’m a bit late the first evening. " "Where—where?" cried Thames. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad.
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