There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. She galloped up the small stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen. ‘I’m not going to arrest you, young Jack—yet. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first time. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it.
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