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"Yes?''
"Will you do something for me?"
"Sure. What?"
"No, nothing," said Mr Duff.
He had been about to ask her if she would gaze into his eyes and put a hand on each cheek and draw his face down to hers and whisper, "My man!" but though feeling fine, he was not feeling quite fine enough for that. Later on perhaps.
He drew her arm against his side with a loving pressure.
"Listen," he said. "Lemme tell you something about Paramount Ham. All through the slump years, when every other ham on the market was taking it on the chin and yelling for help, good old Paramount—"The night covered them up.
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