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pleased.

Kenny stared at the withered fern and blinked.

An augury?
God forbid! Then he flung the bill-file with its heterogeneous collection of receipted I.O.U.'s into his bulging suit case and called up Simon Meyer.
"Simon," he said, "whatever I happen to have there--there's a shotgun, I know, and a tennis racket and some fishing rods.

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