She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation. “This is the slavery of the veiled life. For a moment she remained silent. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. He talked very little and rather absently.
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