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She led him up the long hall solemnly. My nerves were in rags. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. " "How so?" inquired Winifred. “You must not think of me as one. “She thinks that Missy is trying to turn me into a punk or a Goth. . But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. Father— dead.
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