E. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. Disengaging his right arm, Jonathan struck his victim a tremendous blow on the head with the bludgeon, that fractured his skull; and, exerting all his strength, threw him over the rails, to which he clung with the tenacity of despair. She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. It’s an emerald.
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