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🎮 “Well, he’s wrong, anyhow,” retorted Flossie. “It’s no good our waiting for man. He is too much afraid of us to be of any real help to us. We shall have to do it ourselves.” She gave Joan a hug and was gone. There was a distinct challenge in Flossie’s eye as she asked the question. Joan felt herself flush, and thought a moment.!

🏆 If only she could do something. She was sick of thinking. Mr. McKean shook her hand vigorously without looking at her.!

🔥 Download Egypt'sBookofMystery “So you’re like all the rest of them, lad,” she said. “It’s for King and country. Good luck to you.” “You are young for a philosopher,” said Joan.!🔥