He stood before her. She began by being interested in
his demonstrations and his biological theory, then she was attracted by his
character, and then, in a manner, she fell in love with his mind. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the
companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. He would come swiftly to her aid, she knew it. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which
she unzipped and let fall to the ground. She always dawdled, so it was easy. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog, drew a
circle of wondering natives; and at length McClintock himself came over to see
what the racket was about. A sob was strangled in her throat.
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