” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. “The horse’s knees are broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. “Take her limbs again. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. Teacher.
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