“Rummy lot we are!” said Roddy. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. You must let me do whatever I can for you. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off.
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