She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. \"Look at how fair he is! The Lord has blessed Isobella with a fine son. Wood. Why do you look so sad?” She opened her eyes wider and stifled her emotions. This fruit was McClintock's particular pride. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate.
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