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They sat down, McClintock reaching for a lump of sugar which he began munching. Until the last moment she was afraid. "Heed her not. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. She refrained. Hell, my mom hates everyone, don’t take this personally, but she doesn’t like you very much and she isn’t shy about letting me know. I swore to hang you two years ago, but I deferred my purpose. You cannot possibly leave me here alone with Gerald.
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