"Don't exchange glances with him under my very nose, woman!" shrieked Mrs. Presently McClintock came in. "You shall see him to-morrow. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. But all of that was forgotten. " "Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh.
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