Once they were below, McClintock turned upon the doctor. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of determined women at war with the universe. You are my wife now and you belong to me. I can't bear it. Here would be the true test of his strength. We had such a pride in you, such hope in you.
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