“I suppose, Mr. Ross,” began Virginia Carver, “that you have been wondering just what this whole thing is about, and you certainly are entitled to an explanation. I don’t know how I am ever going to thank you for what you have done for me. You were very brave.” “Well, suppose you forget about the thanks, Miss Carver,” said Ross, visibly embarrassed. “I _would_ like to know all about this queer affair, though. I thought Arabian Nights were ancient history, but I’m about ready to believe anything.” “In order for you …
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