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The afternoon had passed now into twilight. He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the proffered courtesies. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. But it looked as if the boy was not going to be of much use.
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