Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. Their flitting hands were always touching. He dressed mechanically; so many moves this way, so many moves that. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a better head. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil.
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