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"I shall want nothing more. " And thus their domesticity at McClintock's began—with the tubbing of a stray yellow dog. I never even burrowed down into the trunk. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. “Your house is so huge. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them. She regarded the young man coldly. ” “I met you accidentally,” he reminded her. In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song.
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