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. Just to marry you. But I did fall in love with
you, Richard, and it may have ruined me as an agent. Will you come with me while
I report back? Please?"
I was getting more confused by the minute. "Gwen, I'm getting more confused
by the minute."
"Then why not let me explain?"
"Uh- Gwen, it can't be explained. You claim that you're Hazel Stone."
"I am."
"Damn it, I can count. Hazel Stone, if she is still alive, is well over a
century old."
"That's right. I'm well over a hundred." She smiled. "I robbed the cradle,
dear one."
"Oh, for God's sake! Look, dear, I've spent the last five nights in bed
with you. You're an exceptionally lively old bag!"
She grinned at me. "Thank you, dear. I owe it all to Lydia Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound."
"You do, eh? A patent nostrum took the calcium out of your joints and put
it back into your bones, and ironed out the wrinkles in your face, and restored
your youthful hormonal balance, and unclogged your arteries? Order me a barrel
of it;
I'm slowing down."
"Mrs. Pinkham had expert help, dearest. Richard, if you would only let me
prove to you who I am, by my thumbprint on the Declaration of Independence, your
mind would then be open to the truth, strange though it is. I wish I could offer
you identification by retinal patterns... but my retinas had not been
photographed then
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