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It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. The watch was again consulted. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. He had meant to come at his business in a roundabout way, but for that little slip. The only mercy you can show me is to kill me. The tall, blond boys, right?” “That’s them. She backed away from him.
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