There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. Wood. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. His food lay untouched about his plate. No other white people within twenty miles.
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