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He laughed reassuringly. "This
gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger
of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. But once he had steered the lady down the hall
and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of
society. She felt a little
ashamed of herself, a bit of a hypocrite. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he
drew it forth. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. She
caught at the idea. Disillusion stands in
one doorway of our house and Mockery in the other. He could not kiss Ruth. He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. Get it off your soul.
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