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’ But the nun’s eyes had caught Gerald behind and she took instant umbrage. Her husband was prouder of her every day. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. His glances were hard to disguise as he scanned her periodically during class. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. It was you who were so much amazed that I did not try—the music hall stage here. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to college, have babies with John, watch her children have children, live, and die as she had always wanted to.
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