You wanted to play a lone hand. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. “I do hope that I shall be able to make it up to you. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog, drew a circle of wondering natives; and at length McClintock himself came over to see what the racket was about.
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