144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. I think that there is no better friend for a girl than a man rather older than herself. You will have a bungalow to yourself," continued McClintock, "and your morning meal will be your own affair. ’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and passing a tongue lightly over her lips. “I love your sister. ” And she pressed her lips together in white resolution and nodded, and she was manifestly full of that same passion for conflict and selfsacrifice that has given the world martyrs since the beginning of things. He would pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. ’ ‘I’m coming to that.
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