” “If you want to ask a favour,” he remarked smiling, “you have made it almost impossible for me to refuse you anything. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him. His smile faded. She had mentioned the address where she and her sister had lived.
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