They sat down, McClintock reaching for a lump of sugar which he began munching. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. There's good stuff in him, if one could find the way to dig it out. It's only a gentleman come to offer you his hand. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone covering it gave resistance.
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