‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. Spit of your mother. Mother and Son. Of you, I mean. He wondered if, after all, McClintock wasn't nearest the truth, that Ruth was one of those unfortunate yet innocent women who make havoc with the hearts of men. He struck out from the shoulder, and the man measured his length upon the pavement.
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