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"Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. In the afternoon my brain and fingers leap to their work because you have been with me. And I'll have supper with you. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!" Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. \"Lucy, wait up.
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