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" And thus their domesticity at McClintock's began—with the tubbing of a stray yellow dog. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. "I never had a pet. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. You were wide the mark, physically; otherwise you had him pat. Something in her voice and manner conveyed an effect of unwonted gravity to him. 2. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it.
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