The Night-Cellar XVIII. . She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. By George, I forgot! McClintock said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. He was damned if he knew what to do. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. His revelry, however, was put an end at the expiration of the time mentioned by Jonathan, by the entrance of a posse of constables with Quilt Arnold and Abraham Mendez at their head. For a long time there had been a standing offer from the company at Copeley's to take over the McClintock plantation; and today he had decided to sell. " Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerful effort.
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