He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. Beyond that everything was nebulous. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. ‘Now what?’ The guard jerked his head up the corridor.
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