I say, I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. He is steeped in the conventions. Spurlock grew cold. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support.
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