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Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. ’ ‘I’m not going to release you, so it’s no use complaining. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate.
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