She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. Mr. McClintock was in a gay mood at dinner that night; but he did not see fit to give these children the true reason. “No, I am alone,” she answered. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. I knew it. “So should you. What would you? I cannot fight them all. It was interesting to see how different and characteristic his mode of approach was to all sorts of questions that interested her, and it was amusing to discover this other side to the life of a Morningside Park inhabitant. Earles thinks I am a little mad, and between ourselves I am not sure about it myself. He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing.
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