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She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. She further suspected that he might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he had not already. " "Enschede?—her father? What's happened?" McClintock sat down. " "Of course," rejoined Quilt, maliciously; "every thief is so. Also, you must send someone to fetch my horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it will be dark very soon and—’ ‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant. " This business over, she returned to the bedside with the key. So long as he lived, Spurlock knew that in fancy he would be reconstructing that scene between himself and Ruth's father.
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