Stanley, having pretended to linger to smoke, fled suddenly up-stairs to petrography, and when Veronica tapped he answered through the locked door, “Go away, Vee! I’m busy,” and made a lapidary’s wheel buzz loudly. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. She felt she had to go on. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it.
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