From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. .
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