Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto.
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