"Mac, did you ever run across a missioner by the name of Enschede?" "Enschede?" McClintock stared at the ceiling. She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. “Yes. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. I’m starving. “Sir John is a man of the world,” her aunt answered coldly. All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion.
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