‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. ” He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit apartment on the ground floor. He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened. ’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands.
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