” “Ready for the performance next Friday?” Martin asked. " "Why?" McClintock put a hand on the doctor's shoulder. Anyhow, she’s disappeared for some reason or other. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. Poor Ruth: for a father, a madman; for a husband—a thief! Spurlock rocked his body slightly.
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