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I have taken bullets and lived, and even a silver one wouldn’t do much. McClintock laughed as he gave the letter to Ruth. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. A fierce struggle ensued. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous.
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