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"Ruth?" "Hoddy!" she cried. I tore the marriage certificate from his pocket and burnt it. Utter silence answered him. ‘Here you, Pottiswick. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. ‘But on the off chance—slim, I grant you —that there is a spy down there, I don’t want to miss the fun. Give me my pistol and my dagger.
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