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It was at lunch when McClintock announced that in the mailpouch he had found a letter addressed to Howard Taber, care of Donald McClintock and so-forth. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are. I ought to have seen—” “It doesn’t matter a rap—if you’re not disposed to resent the—the way I behaved. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. She was so interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. ‘And now,’ he said, drawing Madame to the seat, and contriving to sit close enough that his anatomy touched hers at several points, ‘let us talk about you, madame. His instinct was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years just as he thought fit.
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