It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year. ” “Do you think that it was wise of you, or kind to come?” she asked quietly. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. She drew it out with shaking fingers. “Was it terrible for you after he died?” “Don’t worry yourself about it John. His frowning gaze came back to her. He was profoundly stirred. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. " He departed, musing.
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