Courtlaw sat with folded arms. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. “I always shall. ’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again.
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