” “No,” she moaned, “not that. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. Then the incredible happened. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. He came into the club next day, and of course we went for him thick. He will wish to have his fears laid to rest. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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