” “Are you in a hurry,” she asked carelessly. McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. Some of their specimens—wonderfully selected, wonderfully got up. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back.
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