And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Without whisky," went on McClintock, "your irritability is beyond tolerance. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. I'll repay you. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table.
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