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She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money. ‘Have I not said so?’ ‘No, as it happens. I hope she falls off the face of the planet. ’ ‘She?’ scoffed Martha. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love.
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