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Bob did not know if he was walking on stone or the air when he left the Maverick mansion. To him it seemed as if the vista of good fortune had opened to its very widest limit.
"I must be dreaming," he murmured. "Bet a cent I wake up in the loft of old Carrow's barn and find it all a dream."