Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. “Ever yours, “ANNABEL.
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