She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. ‘Oh, peste. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell.
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