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She pulled her chair with a mild creak and marched towards the stair. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. . This girl was strong and vital: how would she take it when she learned that she had cast her lot with a fugitive from justice? For McClintock was certain that Spurlock was a hunted man. “Of course you don’t. Um. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. ’ ‘Listen.
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