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After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat. Don’t look so frightened. It was—in connection with this man Hill. She gave tongue to the most urgent of her plaints. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. " "No more of this," rejoined Thames, "or we shall quarrel. ’ The lady stamped her foot.
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