Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident disposition to rescue. "If you touch me I will kill you," said Ruth, grasping the scissors which lay beside the pencils—Hoddy's! The Wastrel laughed, still advancing. I'll tote it myself. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees.
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