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‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. I wonder. She still had her letter of credit. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. Frankly, it is the funniest thing which has ever happened to me in my life. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. ’ ‘Woof!’ Sergeant Trodger’s eyes fairly popped out of his head, and he seized his prisoner’s arm again. Give me the keys and the light.
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