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Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. She shook her head, almost breaking a smile. ‘Will that be all, ma’am?’ ‘Yes, yes. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. It was just as easy to pretend she was watching one when she was actually watching the other. "But, I should think, after the specimen you've just given of your amiable disposition, no person would be likely to saddle himself with such an incumbrance. The Idle Apprentice. She felt sticky and ashamed when he dropped her off a block away from the McCloskey house as she had requested. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. Tea in the laboratory was a sort of suffragette reception.
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