” He was suddenly calm. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. Talked about his years, his position and his constituents, and always sneaked off back to his hotel just when the fun was going to begin. Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. If you live, well and good; if you die, well and good. "As like as life.
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