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To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. Torment! And so Ruth discovered him. “Why do you kill me?” Michelle asked. Now go. Of you—an angel with one wing. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room. " The spinster's face actually became warm.
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