“My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. ” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. Kimble was clearly a plain-spoken fellow.
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