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Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. He thought of his wealth for once from a different point of view. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. . "Don't disturb yourself," continued the other, nowise disconcerted by the rebuke. He had been quite right to sit down. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. McClintock was in a gay mood at dinner that night; but he did not see fit to give these children the true reason.
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