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. "If you touch me I will kill you," said Ruth, grasping the scissors which lay beside the pencils—Hoddy's! The Wastrel laughed, still advancing. ’ Fury was in her face. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. "Oh no—no! You say this to terrify me—to try me. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. " "He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation.
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