"Leave go!" cried Jack, struggling violently, and raising his hand, "or I'll maul you for life. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as could be collected were hurled at them. ‘You, soldiers,’ she yelled.
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