’ ‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’ ‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. Had she expected to wed Valade herself? Had the fellow broken a vow of betrothal, or abandoned her? He must find out more. “You will not even answer my letters.
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