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McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. Ennison paused by the little gate. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. No further responsibility whatever.
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