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’ Roding left the house instantly, not even pausing to nod. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones.
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