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It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour.
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