'" "Slave?" echoed Jack. Only of course I must begin something else at once. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. " "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere.
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