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He’s a catch, Lucy. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. “I will not have this slavery,” she said.
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