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Then one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,” and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the words penetrated to her understanding. “How have you been lately, Lucy? You’ve been such a stranger. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it.
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