’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him again. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. She is, in her way, a dear. Not so Gosse.
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