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I went off to round up his wife. Ruth hugged the envelope and McClintock, with the end of a burnt match, drew a cabalistic sign. We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive. It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered. But, when? When do they go?’ ‘Today, miss. ’ ‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’ ‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted.
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