" "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. His frowning gaze came back to her. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. He proceeded to the deck, where Ruth and McClintock were waiting for him by the ladder.
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