The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. It would have given me intense satisfaction to have been able to catch a French spy. ’ ‘How shocking. “I’d have to sneak out after everyone was asleep. Opening the door, he found it littered with straw, on which he threw himself, and instantly fell asleep. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. For she knew that men married to get something.
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