Soon the supper was finished. Mrs. Radford sat guard in her chair. Paul lit a cigarette. Clara went upstairs, returning with a sleeping-suit, which she spread on the fender polo shirts air. `Why, I’d forgot all about THEM!’ said Mrs. Radford. `Where have they sprung from?’ `Out of my drawer.’ `H’m! You bought `em for
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