"Eh?" grunts Old Hickory. "Mrs. St. Claire? Who the syncopated Sissyphus is she?" "Vincent's mother, sir," says I. This time he lets out a snort like a freight startin' up a grade. "Well, what does she want with ?" Here he breaks off and fixes them chilled steel eyes of his on Vincent. No wonder.
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