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. The rest was easy. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things.
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