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" "If he had only been my father!—McClintock!" "God didn't standardize human beings, Ruth; no grain of wheat is like another. He was also, had she known it, more than a little insincere. She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. After that, we'll go our several ways. "The devil you have! Then, perhaps, you can tell me when he intends to put his threat into execution?" "What threat?" asked Jackson. " "Knock him on the head," thundered Sir Cecil, "or we shall have the watch upon us. He will say who it was. In no way could he be said to contribute to the gaiety of the little party.
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