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"Toni, I have a proposal to make. Suppose you stop typing for a little while and listen to me. Will you, dear?"
Toni, all the colour slipping out of her face, put down the sheet she had just taken up and waited obediently to hear Owen's proposal.
This was the ninth day of their mutual labour; and even Toni's optimism could not assert that the