There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. It was only when Study Hall was over that Lucy turned her head. Then, though full of confidence, he half doubted his power of accomplishing his designs. He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the proffered courtesies. He thrust out a rhetorical hand. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. Ramage back his forty pounds. Ramage controlled his expression and thought very quickly.
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