Plote was sleeping or deaf. I saw the blood come as he rolled over. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient. McClintock never threw away any advertising matter; in fact, he openly courted pamphlets; and they came from automobile dealers and great mail-order houses, from haberdashers and tailors and manufacturers of hair-tonics, razors, gloves, shoes, open plumbing.
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