Just speak the word," he added, drawing the knife significantly across his throat, "and I'll put it out of his power to do the same by your second. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. It looks so French to be affectionate.
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