It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. " "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. ‘Oh, mon dieu. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. "You lie!" Head down, fists doubled, Spurlock rushed: only to be met with a kick which was intended for the groin but which struck the thigh instead.
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