“God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. "He wouldn't hurt a rabbit. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. There has never been a white woman at McClintock's. And it's uncanny. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. We remember it. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint.
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