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"Not hungry, Red? After all that cold drive to-day? Would you like to have Cynthia make you something special, dear?"
R. P. Burns, M. D., shook his head. "No, thanks. " He straightened in his chair, where he sat at the dinner table opposite his wife. He took up his knife and fork again and ate valiantly a mouthful or two of the tempting food upon his plate, then he laid the implements down decisively. He put his elbow on the table and leaned his head upon his hand. "I'm just too blamed tired to eat, that's all," he said.