Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. It was for ever. McClintock was in a gay mood at dinner that night; but he did not see fit to give these children the true reason. "Come! I see the storm has blown over," cried Winifred, brightening up. I felt his heart. But it sounds too real to be imagined.
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