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And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. He is not in a state of mind to bear it. " And he struck up the
following ballad:—
SAINT GILES'S BOWL. “She is likely
somewhere on the road or perhaps in town, finding
victims. "
"And you whipped the beast? I passed him. But I found it no laughing matter, I can assure you. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your
hand and grip your fingers upon it. She stood there with white set face and
nervously clenched fingers. ‘To me, quickly!’
There was a brief hush, and then the shouts resumed and several pairs of feet
clattered towards her from, as it seemed, several directions.
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