There was, it might be said, a double illumination. Ever hear of the djinn in the bottle? Like enough. One can't help being jealous, you know, even of an unworthy object. You will find the proof in McClintock's safe. "I had to give in to him. You know not in what dark places my life has been cast; with what crimes it has been stained. O'Higgins returned to town and made a night of it, nothing very wild, nothing very desperate. But he was not a father one could make much of. Forthwith he presented his card. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad.
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