There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me. Presently you will see that I am right, and then you shall take your vacation over here, and we will be good comrades again. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. Brown or Jones, I dare say. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. “I do not suppose he will be home till late. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. Sir John felt and looked several years younger. "I wanted you to know. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. “Come this way,” he said.
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