May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. “My hand! This isn’t the place. 92 She did not notice the police car sitting near the Beck house until they were pulling into the driveway. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled.
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