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Despite her agitation, she hoped that what Mike was learning would calm him, for Mike Danziger was a troubled man. |
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The receptionist, Lydia, was petite and lively, with sparkling blue eyes. Abby asked her as many questions as she gracefully could about how someone wanting to know about a small item in historysomething like a single wagon trainmight find all she could about it. |
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"Try the Beverly Hills Library," Lydia recommended in her high, breathy voice as she placed the tips of her long fingernails pensively on her chin. "The best general library around, though, is the beautiful old downtown branch of the L.A. library. The place nearly burned down a few years back, but it's been rebuilt, though a lot of the books they saved were water damaged." She squinted as though deep in thought. "For info on the Old West, you could talk to a history professor at UCLA''those initials again!"or even somebody at the Gene Autry Western Heritage Museum. That's in Griffith Park, near the zoo." |
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Abby took notes on a pad of paper with a slender, blot-free pen, wondering how she would find these placesand how she would roam this large town by herself. She could not drive Mike's Bronco the way she did a horse, but people here seemed to rely on their cars. |
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Suddenly there was a loud ringing. Abby looked around, wondering about its source, for she saw no bells. |
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Lydia lifted a beige object from her desk and held it against her head. "Good morning, Arlen's |
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