There was absolute quiet. " "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. “I am a fool,” he said.
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