She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. ’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. There was a young lad ahead of her. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. It would be very hard perhaps to make you understand just how I feel about it. Manning, her aunt and father, neighbors, customs, traditions, forces.
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