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In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. If a certain kink in your sense of honour will not permit you to go to her as a lover, go to her as a comrade. He stood back and held her shoulders. “I don’t believe there is one. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired.
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