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The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. She felt that there was a hidden meaning under his words. Prudence attacked her chicken wing. Leave the rest to me. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon.
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