His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. Only au revoir. ’ Jack gasped.
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