’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. ’ As a matter of fact, I am not. Spurlock. ” Sydney looked at her doubtfully. She looked at him mournfully. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. She was dropped off at 2:30 at Whitefield Park, a huge extravagantly lit field in the new part of town.
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