What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. Her patience was waning fast. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible.
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