He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. He might spend the rest of his days at McClintock's in perfect security. But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. I don’t quite know why. It’s my other side of the moon.
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