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Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. ‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question. Are you prepared to do it?” Her hands clenched. She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas.
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