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At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. It does sound a little horrid to talk so much about oneself and to have views.
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