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She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. No, you don’t!” Ennison had moved stealthily a little nearer to him, and looked suddenly into the dark muzzle of the revolver.
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