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And thus their domesticity at McClintock's began—with the tubbing of a stray
yellow dog. “It’s the spring,” he said. He renewed
his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the
greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety,
if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. The knight and his followers crossed the
threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them. The fragrance of
dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted
peacefully outside. "
"Oh. ”
“Do you think so? I find my interest in that sort of thing decline and decline. Girls
who had envied her former position as John’s amour
passed no opportunity to utter cryptic remarks as she sat
in Study Hall, walked down hallways, or rinsed her hands
in the bathroom.
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