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Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. ” He looked at her very gravely.
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