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‘Is that a gesture of friendship?’ She stamped her foot. I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. F.
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