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“If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. McClintock, without comment, accepted the hand. Then she threw the volume away with a little impatient exclamation. If only—Anna, tell me,” she broke off suddenly, “how did you get to know Mr. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness.
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