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“How are ya, buddy? Good job at the concert. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. Men of action by the scarlet coats with their grey facings—insignia of the county militia. There was something markedly and deliberately liberal-minded in his manner in all their encounters. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. How does one get work? She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest appreciation for London, on the other.

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