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liteness, and left with a grin, lashing his tail, so to speak.
Coming back, Marion tried to hide her uneasiness under even tones to McCloud. “I’m sorry he disturbed you. I was attending to a customer and had to ask him to wait a moment.”
“Don’t apologize for having a customer.”
“He lives over beyond the Stone Ranch, you know, and is taking some things out for the Dunnings to-day. He likes an excuse to come in here because it annoys me. Finish your dinner, Mr. McCloud.”
“Thank you, I’m done.”
“But you haven’t eaten anything. Isn’t your steak right?”
“It’s fine, but that man––well, you know how I like him and how he likes me. I’ll content myself with digesting my temper.”
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