Mrs. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. "That's tremendous!" he cried. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. In fact, it would not surprise me to discover that they were both Leonardo’s. "And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess.
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