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The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. "Spare me!" Jonathan, however, instead of answering him, searched for his knife, with the intention of severing his wrist. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. "Will he live?" asked Ruth. If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy … to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. " "Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. The chapel was crowded to excess. Of course, at home there would have been questions.
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