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He would see this sister. " The little girl's countenance fell. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. Her scream shook the windows of the sedan. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance.
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