'" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident. "Vell, vell," growled Sharples, after he had listened to the other's remonstrances, "it shall be done. Don't lay it all to the boy. This incredible scene robbed him of the sense of locomotion.
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