‘Espèce de bête,’ she snarled. This fruit was McClintock's particular pride. There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. She's my mealticket.
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