Smith obeyed. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. No, never mind about thanking me. And since then, he has openly avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on the slightest inkling of treachery.
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