Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily
as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Wild,"
he added, as Jonathan came up, and assisted him to secure and disarm the
prisoner. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!"
"Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. “I meant it. "Did you ever hear me whine?"
"No," admitted McClintock
"You've no objection to my dropping in again later, after your guests go?"
"No. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew
such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their
simplicity. I will have nothing to do with you. She drank and drank until his body was a
lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of
all but the fluid in his bones.
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