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They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. He thought he heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle. Why not? Quite willing. Why? What is she to you?” “I was there by accident,” Ennison answered. ” “It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. .
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