Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon him, wondering what it might be that impended. After all, this could never be the black sheep. “Do you want some of mine?” “Yes. Besides, by the time they were off his hands, old McClintock would be dropping in to have his liver renovated. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. ‘Civilian peace-keeping forces, you know.
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