CHAPTER X. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. His mother smiled in return, an act that brightened her thin face. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action. ” He recognized the force, almost the passion, which trembled in her tone, and he at once abandoned the subject. Before the first month was gone, McClintock admitted that the boy was a find. You didn’t even put the twelve words.
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