"I hear you plotting with your wicked associates," cried Mrs. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. He just walked in a few minutes ago. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play.
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