They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. McClintock liked it. I bent over him. Kneebone," she added, with a glance at that gentleman, which was meant to speak daggers, "will do as he pleases. You know—I worship you.
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