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Surely our advice would have been worth having, at any rate. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. CHAPTER VIII. Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. It was only when they came into a square that daylight had a positive quality. “I know nothing about your wife.
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