Anna left the room on tiptoe. Her personal maidservant, the first she had ever had in her life, was joyful for her. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. “Good God!” he exclaimed. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face.
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