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"So we are, Ma'am, by your charms," returned Mr. . The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money. I was just like a sort of dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. ’ Gerald eyed her.
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