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" "Well, well, since you desire it, I'll say no more," returned Wood. It is that, is it not?” “No,” he answered readily. . ” Anna was not late, but her heart sank within her when she entered the drawingroom. Without whisky," went on McClintock, "your irritability is beyond tolerance. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. We dine at seven-thirty.
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