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In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. I’ll take over here. McClintock liked it. I was orphaned a long time ago. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. “What are you doing?” he asked. He had, for the most part, been correct. The little room was fragrant with flowers, Anna herself bright, and with all the evidences of well being.
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