"Did I hear you …" began McClintock. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism.
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