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She must kill this man, or kill herself. “I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. "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. ” She stirred gently in her chair. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. She was pleased and a little flattered by his interest and sympathy. " "He must," exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it till to-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not Jack Sheppard. Only she sent me a message, and together we found a cottage for her to stay at. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment.
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