"No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool. Wood; but they never come now. There was no rush. His room was last at the end of one winding corner.
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