‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. And now—Dear! Dear! The dayspring from on high hath visited me. No lights were flashing, and a single squad car was not a cause for alert, as sometimes the Becks allowed squads to use their drive to watch for speeders and other reckless drivers. If Martha knew all, she would certainly die of shock.
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