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Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog, drew a circle of wondering natives; and at length McClintock himself came over to see what the racket was about. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. It was in fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. "Red apples and snow!" he repeated. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. She wanted to take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still.
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