‘Don’t fob me off, boy. B. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. They began the evening like usual, driving down highways and byways. ‘That is, if she’s gone that way. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline.
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