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“Metal,” I said — it was the only word to which my whirling mind could cling —“metal —”
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“Babes! Only babes!” It was Ruth —“BABES!”
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“Don’t!” Ruth laid white hands over his eyes. “Don’t — don’t YOU be frightened!”
“Frightened?” he echoed. “I’M not afraid — yes, I AM afraid —”
He arose, stiffly — and stumbled toward me.
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