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I’ve got a streak of male. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. “Will they worry about you getting caught in a storm?” She asked him as she viewed black clouds floating in different directions. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. ” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity. He is big and powerful; one of those drinkers who show it but little outwardly. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust.
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