Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. But it was only six-thirty. Never really thought about Him—people don’t. 1.
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