He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. “I am going to ignore it. I wish nothing at all from them.
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