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Wasn’t easy, I can tell you. Manned by a couple of watermen, who rowed with great swiftness, this wherry dashed through the current in the track of the fugitive, of whom it was evidently in pursuit, and upon whom it perceptibly gained. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. His expression altered. Lucy snatched it up and put it in her pack. "Did I hear you …" began McClintock. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked.
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