"So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the letter. On the fifth day he had ventured speech with her. "On my return, I found the window open, and the room vacant. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. Don’t leave me. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. Not a word passed between them.
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