Among the commercial enticements McClintock found a real letter. “Mind my smoking?” said Roddy. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. Running his hand hastily over it, he was startled to find it one complicated mass of bolts and bars. “My word holds,” she said.
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