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‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. If you can’t see as how there ain’t nothing in this barrack of a place to help me do the job, I can. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. But here’s what is different this time. But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream.
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