It was bare of any furnishings. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. Her tone was icy. "Suppose we go and have tea? I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the Victoria instead. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. It was common name, so I was thrown off the scent.
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