” “In Paris, I think,” Ennison answered. There was a pause, and then the front door slammed. ‘He told me everything, if you mean Gerald. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully. Moving room to room it was. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was amazed to find herself shedding tears.
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