McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. Though he never seen so much of Miss Mary as I did. Even Ah Cum had resumed his Oriental shell of reserve. I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. Then—then we shall be together. "We were talking shop," said McClintock, rising. His face fell.
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