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McClintock would bang his fist upon the table. ” “You asked your father for a reason!” Miss Miniver repeated. When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood. The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth.
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