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” It was nearly half an hour before they dared ask him the question. The clever hostess having let fall that several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a glimpse of them. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. There were all varieties of bird-life known in these latitudes, from the bird of paradise down to the tiny scarlet-beaked love-birds. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. She hoped fervently that Martin had not divulged his crush to Brown. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. Montague Hill is.
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