"Ay. F. And shall their wretched offspring live to blight my hopes, and blast my fame? Never!" And, with these words, he grasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his resistance, dragged him to the very verge of the platform. Come along home, Ruth. Again, he would ask a few questions, and Ruth would answer them. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. The man lingered.
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