He could not doubt it. He walked hastily to the side of the broad pavement and summoned a fiacre. His hesitation was visible, and Spurlock took advantage of this to run to Ruth. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. The man Hill has persecuted me for months—ever since I have been in England. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. I’ve got a lot of things to think about.
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