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“When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. Wood and several serving-men, all well armed, rushed into the room. Her mother had prepared her for everything. At length, when he saw no escape from the inevitable, he took the four title pages from the manuscripts and typed new ones, substituting Taber for Spurlock.
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