The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 232: what you’re looking at

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———_ . = oe After which highly original remark, I hasten to add that I really can't eat a thing." "You were right," she laughed. "The truth isn't in you. I know what you're thinking—I didn't bring enough for two. But these Oasis sandwiches are meant for ranchers, and one is my limit. There are four of them—I must have had a premonition. We'll divide the milk equally." "But look here, it's your lunch. I should have thought to get something at Seven Palms.” "There's a roast beef sandwich. Try that, and maybe you won't feel so talkative." "Well, I—am—gumph—" "What did I tell you? Oh, the Oasis aims to fill. Milk?" "Ashamed of myself," mumbled Eden. But he was easily persuaded. "You haven't eaten a thing,” he said finally. "Oh, yes I have. More than I usually do. I'm one of those dainty eaters." "Good news for Wilbur,” replied Eden. "The upkeep won't be high. Though if he has any sense, he'll know that whatever the upkeep on a girl like you, it will be worth it." "T sent him your love," said the girl. 239 comiicboeoe S CO