. They thought that she was her own mother. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. He took up his hat and went. "My friend here," said McClintock, "tells me you are looking for a job. “I’ll ruin your suit.
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