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“Why not? Isn’t the whole thing a lie? Isn’t her reputation, this husband of hers, the ‘Alcide’ business, isn’t it all a cursed juggle? She hasn’t the right to do it. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. She felt her chest trying to float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged, into the hands of God. He saw what he had done only as it related to Ruth. But whenever the storm grew dangerous, either McClintock or Spurlock broke into saving laughter.
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