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Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. ‘Don’t concern yourself. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. He recognized the face instantly. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. ’ Joan nodded, her face still averted. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. McClintock did not exaggerate his ability to read faces. One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it.
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