" "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly. "I've made no distinction between you, hitherto," answered Wood; "nor shall I do so, unless I'm compelled. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. You tell me he didn't like the stuff. Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical.
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