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Farnol, Jeffery, 1878-1952

"The Definite Object A Romance of New York"

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"Are you sure she is so--very good?"
"I am sure she is braver and nobler than any woman I have ever known!"
Once more Spike glanced from the flushed beauty of his sister's
half-averted face to Ravenslee's shining eyes, and boldly helped himself
to more seasoning.
"Have you known her very long, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"Long enough to know she is--the only woman!"
"Say, Geoff," sighed Spike, "I guess old Pffeff was right about this
bird; she kind o' melts--'n' say--she's meltin' fast! If you two don't
stop chewin' d' rag an' get busy you'll be too late for this bird,
because this bird is sure a bird of passage and--Holy Gee!" he broke
off, as a knock sounded on the outer door, "who's this, I wonder?"
Before he could rise, Hermione had vanished into the passage.
"Say, Geoff," he whispered, "how if it's Bud?"
Ravenslee frowned and pushed back his chair, but in that moment they
heard Hermione's glad welcome: "Why, Ann, you dear thing, you're just in
time for the turkey--come right in."
"Turkey, my dear!" spoke the harsh voice of Mrs.


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