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101 Abigail and that eternal "tamp, tamp," finally tortured the girl into an apathetic consent. When August came and the harvest moon, Ned Bowlby, the whistling printer, set up his copy that ran somewhat in this wise:

"Captain Hiram Fell requests the honour of your presence," and so on down through the old formula.

Sally refused even to look at the proof. What mattered a little letter or a misplaced comma when the whole universe was turned upside down!

All her blurred eyes caught were two fatal words, looming ominously large and black on the clay-hued sheet

"September sixth."