Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. “What a little brick!” he murmured. I'll eat them when we start.
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