"I will, when I catch him, rely on it," rejoined Wild. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. I am dreadfully sad. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom.
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