Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. "And, may I be cursed if I ever did anything in my whole life which gave me so much satisfaction. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. Through that she had to go. “How are those books any different from the witchcraft books?” “I dunno.
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