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And, decently as he could, McClintock was giving the man the boot. “Are you going on again this winter with that scientific work of yours? It’s an instance of heredity, I suppose. You can pull it over on everybody else, Lucy, but not on me. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. The Storm VII. Poor little one.
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