"A sail?" said McClintock. ‘I’ve had enough of this. ‘Not in the open street. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. He is an awfully good sort— and now he has come to me to help him if I can. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure.
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