” “Tut!” he said, fuming, and put out his hand to the papers in the pink tape. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. She were that miserable. “Serves you right if I’d cracked your skull. “I doubted my luck, at least. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. He turned his back on that temptation.
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