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McClintock would bang his fist upon the table. “I am sure of it. ” “It’s wonderful. This vessel is now in the river, off Wapping. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart.
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