Ennison, or any other young man. The major’s hand stilled. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. The streets were deserted as they drove past familiar sites.
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