“Yes, I will go,” she promised, with a queer little smile. I had nosebleeds that day and I got halfway up the rope before I fell off. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. “I believe,” he said, “that you mean me to be Prime Minister.
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