"If you touch me I will kill you," said Ruth, grasping the scissors which lay beside the pencils—Hoddy's! The Wastrel laughed, still advancing. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. Spurling, half aside. Under the circumstances you must permit me to be the best judge of the identity of the young lady who did me the honour, as an old family friend, of dining with me. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room.
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