He suspected a trap. " He offered cigars, and Ruth got up. "Well, he won't do that here. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. Instead, they appeared to be at the hygienic level of tramps’ lodging-houses. Gerald perhaps would know how to find him.
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