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could get no further. "Yes," said Mr. Magee brightly, slipping into a rocking-chair. "Yes, I`m going to spend the next few months at Baldpate Inn." Mrs. Quimby
could get no further.
"Yes," said Mr. Magee brightly, slipping into a rocking-chair. "Yes, I`m going to spend the next few months at Baldpate Inn."
Mrs. Quimby, who seemed to have settled into a stout little mound of a woman through standing too long in the warm presence of her stove, came forward and inspected Mr. Magee.
"Of all things," she murmured.
"It`s closed," expostulated Mr. Quimby; "the inn is closed, young fellow."
"I know it`s closed," smiled Magee. "That`s the very reason I`m going to honor it with my presence. I`m sorry to take you out on a night like this, but I`ll have to ask you to lead me up to Baldpate. I believe those were Hal Bentley`s instructions--in the letter."
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