" The tone was neutral. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. "I must see him to-night. Anna felt that her words had become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she had intended to impart. "You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance.
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