Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. "If you touch me I will kill you," said Ruth, grasping the scissors which lay beside the pencils—Hoddy's! The Wastrel laughed, still advancing.
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