Mr. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. The lantern was on the ground inside, ready.
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