C. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. E. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. She did not know herself. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four. "I'll tell you why," he said. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean.
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