If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. ‘If you shoot me,’ Gerald said quickly, throwing out a hand, ‘I shan’t be able to rescue you. But Ruth was his woman, and he had sworn to God to defend her.
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