” The lady in black satin looked at the pile of luggage outside and hesitated. "What is it you want of me?" "All you know about this young fellow Spurlock. McClintock did not exaggerate his ability to read faces. Wood. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike undesirable things. She addressed Anna with a beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. I am entirely English, as you know well. ‘We mean you no harm,’ he said reassuringly. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock.
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